Some fellow, very critical on the second coming of Christ, said, “Do you mean to tell me all the Christians that ever died in Christ will rise, them, what you call, born again people? Well,” said, “you couldn’t place them on this earth like cordwood.” I said, “Who said they’d be here on earth like cordwood?” That’s right. They won’t. I said, “My Heavenly Father stood back there and blowed off His hands moons, stars, moons.” I said, “They’ll be millions of worlds out yonder. Well, my, hard tell where we will live out in them great places.” Said, “How about over ten cities and all these cities He said, ‘He that overcometh shall rule over?’” I said, “Why, God’s got worlds on top of worlds, and places on top of places.” How can our little infinite mind limited God? Why, we can’t, there’s no way at all to express Him when you look out and see how vast God is in His universe. Why, He’s marvelous. But to think that He would be so concerned to come down to the lowest individual and the worse drunk or harlot there is in Chicago today (That’s right.) and save them. That’s love.

Why I Am a Holy-Roller, 1953-08-30, Chicago, IL, §36