I used to think, Mom used to tell me (excuse me, Mom, that was before you knew better, too) that we’d have wings and fly around up there, you know. And, why, I like to eat, drink, shake hands with people, fellowship. I thought, “Oh, my, that’ll be finished then.” Oh, no. I found out God never did make me an Angel, He made me a man, and I’ll always be a man and never be an Angel. That’s an error. God’s got Angels, sure, He made Angels. And He made Cherubims with wings, and He made Angels without wings.

Israel and the Church #2, 1953-03-26, Jeffersonville, IN, §15