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, leather jacket & jeans.
Angel 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 Banta Singh, taxi driver from New Delhi !
Angel consults his ledger, smiles & says to Banta Singh : Please take this silken robe & gold scarf & enter the Kingdom of Heaven .
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am the Head Priest for the last 40 years.
Angel 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 that a foul mouthed, rash driving Taxi Driver is given a Silken robe & a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching God & goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'
'Results my friend, results,' shrugs Angel.
While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his taxi, people PRAYED.
Moral :
It's PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimately counts.
