Some day you will read in the papers that D. L. Moody of East Northfield is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it! At that moment, I shall be more alive than I am now. I shall have only gone up higher, out of this old clay tenement into a house immortal, a body that death cannot touch, that sin cannot taint, a body fashioned like unto His glorious body.
– D. L. Moody