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 & jeans.
God asks him: Please tell me who you are, so that I may know whether to
admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not.
The guy replies: I am an Autorikshaw Driver from Mumbai!!!
God consults his ledgerâ€¦ smiles and says: Please take this silken robe
& 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 & says to the Priest: Please take this cotton
robe & enter the Kingdom of Heaven…
‘Just a minute’ says the agonized Priest. ‘How is it that a foul
mouthed, rash Driver is given a Silken robe & a Golden scarf and me, a
Priest, who’s spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has
to make do with a Cotton robe?’
‘Results my friend, results,’ shrugs God.
‘While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove, people PRAYED’
It’s PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimately counts…