A man once raised his hand in one of Mr. Moody's meetings. The evangelist went to him and said:
"I am glad you have decided to be a Christian.”
"No," said the man, "I have not; but I will, later on.”
His address was taken; and Mr. Moody visited him when he was ill, and pressed for decision.
"No," said the man, "I won't decide now; people will only say I was frightened into decision.”
He recovered; but later he suffered a severe relapse. Mr. Moody visited him again.
"It is too late," he said.
"But," Mr. Moody replied, "there is mercy at the eleventh hour.”
"Mr. Moody," he replied, "this is not the eleventh hour; it is the twelfth." A few hours later he was dead. Mr. Moody says: "We wrapped him in a Christless shroud, we put him in a Christless coffin, buried him in a Christless grave, and he went to spend a Christless Eternity.”