Our final story of the weekend comes from David von Schlichten. Thanks, everyone!
Midnight tolled, but Paul kept preaching.
Eutychus sat in a window, inhaling cool air, but still nodding. He fell asleep, then out. Thud!
We all rushed downstairs, stood around Eutychus’ body, his head bleeding, chest motionless. Paul scooped him up, embraced. Eutychus gasped. Alive!
Paul said, “Next time, just go to bed. God will wait.”
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