“”On the first day of the week, we gathered with the local believers to share in the Lord’s Supper. Paul was preaching to them, and since he was living the next cay, he kept taking until midnight. The upstairs room where we met was lighted with many flickering lamps. As Paul spoke on and on, a young man named Eutychus, sitting on the windowsill, became vey drowsy. Finally, he fell sound asleep and dropped three stories to his death below. Paul went down, bent over him, and took him into his arms. “Don’t worry,” he said, “he’s alive!” Then they all went back upstairs, shared in the Lord’s Supper, and ate together. Paul continued talking to them until dawn, and then they left. Meanwhile, the young man was taken home unhurt, and everyone was greatly relieved.”” (Acts 20, vv. 7-12, NLT)