Now, we don’t believe…Whatever…You believe anything you want to. I don’t believe a Christian dies; there’s no Scripture for it in the Bible. No, sir. “He that heareth My Words and believeth on Him that sent Me, has passed from death to Life, he…I am the resurrection and life,” says God, “he that believeth on Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die.” That’s right. I said, “Now, honey, I’ll take your body out here, and I’ll bury it up there in Walnut Ridge. And if Jesus tarries, I’ll be in the battlefield somewhere, if not, I’ll be buried by your side.” I said, “That morning when the sun refuses to shine, the moon turns black like blood,” I said, “the world’s all cold and waiting.” I said, “You go to the city gates if you go before me,” I said, “You go over to the city gates on the east side, and you stand there, when you see Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, them, coming in,” I said, “go to screaming ‘Bill’ just as loud as you can.” And I said, “I’ll get the kiddies together, and I’ll meet you there at the gate.” And she raised up them bony hands and embraced around it. I kissed her good-bye. She closed her eyes and went out to meet God. That was my last date with my wife. And by the grace of God, I’m trying my best to make double time; that’s the reason I try so hard to preach day and night in one campaign after another; I’m trying to make up for what I lost back there.

Life Story, 1951-07-22, Toledo, OH, §92