While Paul was preaching, a young man sat in a room where we are told there were many lights. Perhaps he was warmed by the fires that gave the room light. As he sat in a window, it neared midnight. Suddenly, sleep enveloped him and he fell from the third story and was killed. But Paul raised him from the dead, and carried on teaching. It is the midnight hour, and as we sit in the window of eternity, we can never allow sleep to overtake us. Even if the Christian life seems to be a dry and lifeless sermon without end, and the joy of feeding on God's Word is no longer in our hearts, we cannot let apathy overtake us. We must get on our knees and return to our first love. Then we must get on our feet and do what we have been saved to do. There goes another minute. Gone forever. Go share your faith while you still have time.