I heard of a man who had accumulated great wealth, and death came upon him suddenly, and he realized, as the saying is, that |there was no bank in the shroud,| that he couldn't take anything away with him; we may have all the money on earth, but we must leave it behind us. He called a lawyer in and commenced to will away his property before he went away. His little girl couldn't understand exactly where he was going, and she said: |Father, have you got a home in that land you are going to?| The arrow went down to his soul. |Got a home there?| The rich man had hurled away God and neglected to secure a home there for the sake of his money, and he found it was now too late. He was money mad, he was money blind.