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 gone up higher, that is all, gone out of this old clay tenement into a house that is immortal, a body that death cannot touch, that sin cannot taint, a body like unto His own glorious body. I was born of the flesh in 1837. I was born of Spirit in 1856. That which is born of the flesh may die. That which is born of the Spirit will live forever.
D. L. Moody
apparently he too was a mob boss. Come on Jesus.
