Homes we have none. Wearily we toil, working with our own hands. When reviled, we bless; when persecuted, we bear it patiently;
when slandered, we try to conciliate. We have come to be regarded as the mere dirt and filth of the world--the refuse of the universe, even to this hour.
I am not writing all this to shame you, but I am offering you advice as my dearly-loved children.
For even if you were to have ten thousand spiritual instructors--for all that you could not have several fathers. It is I who in Christ Jesus became your father through the Good News.
I entreat you therefore to become like me.
For this reason I have sent Timothy to you. Spiritually he is my dearly-loved and faithful child. He will remind you of my habits as a Christian teacher--the manner in which I teach everywhere in every Church.
But some of you have been puffed up through getting the idea that I am not coming to Corinth.
But, if the Lord is willing, I shall come to you without delay; and then I shall know not the fine speeches of these conceited people, but their power.
For Apostolic authority is not a thing of words, but of power.
Which shall it be? Shall I come to you with a rod, or in a loving and tender spirit?