(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.
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.
Copyright 2013 by Molly Anderson. Use by permission only.