ange.ice21
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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 and so, Head Priest of the so and 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, rash-driving auto-driver is given a silken robe and a golden scarf, and me, a Priest, who has 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 PRAYED."
It's PERFORMANCE, and not POSITION, that ultimately counts
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 and so, Head Priest of the so and 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, rash-driving auto-driver is given a silken robe and a golden scarf, and me, a Priest, who has 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 PRAYED."
It's PERFORMANCE, and not POSITION, that ultimately counts