A Priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates.Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans..
God asks him: Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?
The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai!
God consults his ledger, smiles and says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe and gold scarf and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
Now it is the priest's turn.
He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so so, Head Priest of the so so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger and says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
“Just a minute,” says the agonized Priest. “How is it that a foul mouthed, rush driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe and a Golden scarf; and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?!”
“Results my friend, results,” shrugs God..
“While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people really PRAYED”
It's PERFORMANCE and not POSITION that ultimately counts.
