On a trip to the Pacific coast, D.L. Moody heard of a stagecoach driver who was on his deathbed. He “kept moving one of his feet up and down, saying, ‘I am on the downgrade, and I cannot reach the brake.’” Moody continued, “As they told me of it, I thought how many were on the downgrade, and could not reach the brake; they were dying ‘without hope and without God’ (Eph 2:12).…Don’t let the scoffers laugh you into hell; they cannot laugh you out of it. The Blood is upon the mercy seat. God says, ‘There is the Blood; it is all I have to give. As long as it is there, there is hope for you. I am satisfied with the finished work of My Son. Will you be satisfied?’” How different the death of Robert Cookman. As his friends gathered round his bed, his face lit up, and he raised his voice in triumph, “I am sweeping through the gates, washed in the blood of the Lamb!” “Now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near through the blood of Christ” (2:13).