Look and you see how God patterns it all around. The whole…Over in India and different things, they worship and say when we die, we become angels and fly away. God never did make me an angel, and I never will be an angel, and neither will you. He made me a man, and I’ll always be a man. I’ll resurrect a man, just exactly. But we know that God works, and we can see the perfect pattern in—in the universe as He begins to raise things up like that. And Job, looking at that and seen that those things raised again, but he said, “Man layeth down. He giveth up the ghost. He wasteth away. Yea, where is he? His sons come to mourn, and he perceive it not.” Said, “Oh, if Thou would hide me in the grave and Thou would keep in the secret place till Thy wrath be past.”

Lord, Show Us the Father and It Sufficeth Us, 1953-09-07, Chicago, IL, §33