I trust no one will think me feathery and fluffy when I return to my quartet, as they in a group may someday stand before St. Peter at the portals of judgment. And I for one am forever glad to rely on St. Peter’s kindness, for he came from the Sea of Galilee, an uncouth, loud fisherman, to become under the spell of Jesus a stalwart, very human, fisher of men—a good man, a saint who was once a sinner, like all of us. He will not ask us about earthly creeds and beliefs. He will not notice our color or physiognomies. He will just consult the record: how decently we dwelt in fellowship with all around us, how honestly we strove to be helpful to those in need of help, and how strong was our faith in God. He will have all of this in the record, a just and merciful accounting.