My mother told me a story a little while back—I can’t remember the time frame now.  I believed that my dad had died and gone to hell, no question in my mind of his rejection of the lordship of Jesus.  He was a good natural man, fun—loved to have fun, help people, give you the shirt off his back.  But would never bow his knee.  I shared the gospel with him so many times.  And as we were going through her things, there was a sealed envelope that had “Bob” on it.  I thought, “What in the world could this be?”  So, I opened it up.  Interestingly enough, I opened it up and inside was a tract.  Thank God for gospel tracts; amen?  Thank God for those of you that go to rest homes, our ministry, our outreaches here—that faithfulness.  Thank God for that faithfulness, amen, of all of you who’ve participated and the testimonies we have of some of these elderly people being born again through the outreach.  I love it when old people get saved!  It just so ticks the devil off.  So, I take that gospel tract and I look at it, and incorporated into it is the Twenty-third Psalm.  I flip it over and in my mother’s handwriting she said, “Bob, I just wanted you to know that just a few hours before your dad passed away, he handed this to me and just said, ‘Keep this for me.’”  And as she talked to him and she made this statement, “I really believe he made things right with God.”  So, it went from a place of knowing he was damned to a realization of God and his mercy down to the last couple of hours and someone had put a tract in that hospital room.  God’s so good and so merciful!  Did he make it?  I don’t know.  But if he cried out for mercy, he did.  Because our God is a God of mercy; amen?  If he cried out for forgiveness, he did, because our God is a God of forgiveness, and He’s not willing that any would perish, hallelujah!