You’re invited to a party at a friend’s house. You make your way across the city to his place, and you climb up the cramped stairwell to the third floor.
There’s a lot more people there than you expected, but everyone seems to be having a good time. There’s a man there that you don’t recognize, but something about him seems familiar. He appears to be the center of attention.
For some reason, the whole room is captivated by this guy and what he’s saying. They hang on his every word. You've heard a lot of what he’s saying before, but not from him. You’re interested in what he has to say, but it’s getting kind of late.
You've eaten a little too much, and the candlelit room is really hot and stuffy. Your eyelids start to get heavy. You figure if you could just sit near the window, the fresh air would help you stay awake….
The next thing you remember is a crowd of people standing over you, cheering. They’re hugging, shouting, and celebrating. You wonder what they’re so excited about and why you have such a bad headache.
This is where it gets good.
You realize that you’re lying on the ground outside. The man who was speaking upstairs is crouching over you. Turns out his name is Paul (as in the Apostle Paul), and you just dozed off in the middle of his big farewell sermon. Not only that, you fell out of the third story window.
Good job. You know what they say about first impressions.
Your friends had rushed down to help you, but it was too late. You were gone. It’s a good thing Paul was there, because he miraculously raised you back to life. In your dazed condition, it all seems like a dream.
Your name is Eutychus, and your awkward moment is found in Acts 20:7-12.