February 5 (Mr. D. L. Moody’s Birthday)

“He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it him, even length of days for ever and ever.” (Psalm 21:4)

I was down in Texas some time ago, and happened to pick up a newspaper, and there they called me “Old Moody.” Honestly, I never got such a shock from any paper in my life before! I never had been called old before.

I went to my hotel, and looked in the looking-glass. I cannot conceive of getting old. I have a life that is never going to end. Death may change my position but not my condition, not my standing with Jesus Christ. Death is not going to separate us.

Old! I wish you all felt as young as I do here to-night. Why, I am only sixty-two years old! If you meet me ten million years hence, then I will be young. Read that ninety first Psalm, “With long life will I satisfy him.” That doesn't mean seventy years. Would that satisfy you?

Did you ever see a man or woman of seventy satisfied? Don't they want to live longer? You know that seventy wouldn't satisfy you. Would eighty? would ninety? would one hundred? If Adam had lived to be a million years old, and then had to die, he wouldn't be satisfied. “With long life will I satisfy him”—life without end! Don't call me old. I am only sixty-two. I have only begun to live.