One of my all time favorite stories in the Bible is the time Paul preached so long into the night that a young man fell asleep and fell out a three story window to his death, so Paul had to go downstairs and bring him back to life—then kept preaching until dawn.
Now I’m not saying one day I want to preach so long that someone dies—but if it DOES happen—I want to be at a place where I’m like, “No worries, everyone, he’s fine,” and just hand him back to his family like nothing happened.
