Romans Chapter 5

Paul wrote this letter to hundreds of Roman Christians he didn’t know. In his mind’s eye, he wrote to his old friends Aquila and Priscilla and a roomful of faces he’d never met, in a house he’d never been to, in a city he’d never visited. But he loved them like family—pouring himself, body and soul, into the pages for their spiritual wellbeing. How could he know that countless multitudes, centuries later would still be poring over this letter, gleaning truth, puzzling and praying their way through his tightly reasoned rhetoric?