Moody's Brother's Faith

Dwight Moody had a brother, and after his own conversion he earnestly pleaded with him, until the brother also yielded himself to Christ and became such an earnest worker that he was the means of leading a number of his friends at his home into the kingdom. And then this brother died and was buried.

A few years ago, as I spent a day in Northfield and was driven through its beautiful streets by one of the old residents, I said, “I wish you would tell me something about Mr. Moody that may not be generally known.” And as we passed the old white church he said, “I remember his brother’s funeral.” He said that there were a number of ministers in the pulpit, and that after they had finished the usual service and the coffin-lid was about to be put in its place, Mr.

Moody arose, and stepping forward from the seat where he had been sitting, with a shining face, he laid one hand upon the coffin, and then lifting the other he poured out such a stream of thanksgiving unto God for the life that was gone, and for the wonderful comfort and joy and hope that came to him in Jesus Christ, that it was said by this onlooker that it almost seemed as if the heavens were opened and they could see the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of man.

At last he ceased, the coffin-lid was placed in its position, and the body was carried out and laid in the grave. On one side of the sepulchre stood fifty young men, many of them led to Christ through the influence of this one who was gone, and they held in their hands beautiful white flowers, which they cast down upon the coffin in token of the glorious resurrection. And on the other side of the grave stood Mr. Moody; and he said that as he stood there and thought of how his brother, being dead, was yet speaking, he felt that if he were silent the very stones would cry out, and he cried with a loud voice, “Glory to God!

Glory be to God! O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”