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The Miracle at Troas (Part 2)


(Based on Acts 20:7-12)

I rushed down the stairs as fast as I could to my friend. His father reached him first. Eutychus lay unnaturally still on the hard ground as many crowded close by. I crept to Eutychus and saw fear in his father’s gray eyes. I reached out my hand. Remorse welled up inside of me.

“Is…is he…?”

I was interrupted by a tall man. “Hold on, I’m a physician.” He knelt and gently placed his hand over Eutychus’ face and felt his neck. Paul reached the center of the group and asked the physician, “Well, Luke? Is he all right?”
Everyone held their breath. Luke bit his lip and looked to Eutychus’ anxious father.

“I’m sorry, but he’s dead.” Instantly, Eutychus’ father wept over his dead son. I cried bitterly alongside my dead friend. If there was a mighty God that Paul talked about, why did He let this happen?

Paul reached toward the lifeless Eutychus and wrapped his arms around him. After a brief pause, Paul looked to Eutychus’ father. “Don’t be alarmed. He’s alive!” All eyes were on Eutychus. Paul placed his hand over Eutychus’ forehead, and I saw his chest move.

Then to everyone’s surprise, he moaned. “Oh, my head, what happened?”

I gasped. “He’s alive!”

The father held Eutychus in his strong arms and wept harder. Everyone rejoiced and praised God. Paul stayed the rest of the night; he told us more about God and His Son who had power over death. After seeing this miracle happen to my friend, I heard the words Paul preached and believed.

The end.

Copyright 2013 by Molly Anderson. Use by permission only.

The Miracle at Troas (Part 1)

eutychus copy     (Based on Acts 20:7-12)

My heart beat rapidly as my sandals slapped against the stone road. My thoughts raced too. Paul the apostle was here in Troas! He came to speak about Jesus. I had heard about Jesus before. I had many questions, and I knew I could ask them when Paul spoke tonight. I rounded a corner sharply and dashed into my friend’s dusty yard. Eutychus!” I yelled and waited. He stumbled out of his house, a weak smile on his face.

“Oh. Hello Marcus.” He yawned. “Why are you so excited?”  I waved my hands in the air. “Didn’t you hear? Paul’s here and he’s going to talk about Jesus.”  Eutychus’ eyes brightened. “Paul of Tarsus? Really?” I nodded. “I can’t wait to hear him speak about his travels.”  Eutychus smiled and rubbed his eye. I talked on. “He’s leaving tomorrow, so he’s talking tonight. Oh, you look exhausted.”

Eutychus stretched. “I was up all night looking for our runaway calf.” He sighed. “He was halfway to Assos when I found him.”
I replied. “I’m sorry about that. Are you coming tonight?”
My friend smiled. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

*  *  *

     I listened with Eutychus by my side as Paul retold his story about meeting Jesus. It seemed our whole town was there gathered in the little room. As Paul spoke, I was spellbound. This Jesus person was actually God?
“…at that point, this man named Ananias came to where I was staying and told me all about this Jesus whom I was persecuting and the God who had sent him to me.” Paul spoke on late into the night.
Eutychus seemed uncomfortable. He whispered. “It’s stuffy in here, let’s sit by the window.” I agreed. We silently shuffled over to the window for some air. Eutychus perched himself on the window ledge. He yawned. While Paul talked about the council at Jerusalem, something horrible happened. I heard Eutychus move and turned just in time to see him slip from the window’s ledge.
He was asleep!
I dove to grab him, but it was too late. He fell three stories to the ground below.

To be continued…

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