A Priest dies & is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven’s Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, nattily dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leatherjacket & jeans.
God asks him: Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether toadmit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?
The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai !
God consults his ledger, smiles & says to Pandi: Please take this silkenrobe & gold scarf & enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
Now it is the priest’s turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a boomingvoice: I am Pope’s Assistant so & so, Head Priest of the so & so Church forthe 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 driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe & a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who’s spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has tomake do with a Cotton robe?
”Results my friend, results,’ shrugs God.’While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED’.
Moral of the story;
It’s PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimatelycounts.