But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not futile. No, I worked more than all of them–yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
and this is the reason I am suffering. But I am not ashamed, because I know ʜɪᴍ whom I have believed, and I am convinced that ʜᴇ is able to guard my deposit until that day.
Now this is our boast: the testimony of our conscience is that we have conducted ourselves in the world, and especially toward y’all, with godly integrity and sincerity, not by fleshly wisdom but by the grace of God.
Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn’t take away.
Otherwise, wouldn’t they have stopped being offered, because the worshipers would have been cleansed once and for all and would no longer be conscious of sins?