“Some day you will read in the newspaper that D. L. Moody of East Northfield, Massachusetts is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it. At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I will have gone up higher, that’s all; out of this old clay tenement into a house that is immortal, eternal in the heavens; a body that death cannot touch; that sin cannot taint. I was born of the flesh in 1837. I was born of the spirit in 1856. That which is born of the flesh may die. That which is born of the spirit will live forever.”
–Dwight L. Moody, the greatest evangelist of the 19th century (1837-1899)
A young Benjamin Franklin wrote this little verse in 1728 to serve as his epitaph. Franklin made copies of this verse for friends at various times in his life. This plaque appears on a wall near Franklin’s grave.
“Good morning, and how is John Quincy Adams today?” asked an old friend as he shook the former president’s trembling hand.
The retired chief executive looked at him for a moment and then replied, “John Quincy Adams is quite well, sir, quite well. But the house in which he lives at the present is becoming dilapidated. It is tottering upon its foundation. Time and the seasons have almost destroyed it. Its roof is pretty well worn out. Its walls are much shattered and it crumbles a little bit with every wind. The old tenement is becoming almost uninhabitable, and I think John Quincy will have to move out of it soon. But he himself is quite well, sir, quite well.”
It was not long after that he suffered his second and fatal stroke.
(1767 – 1848)