It’s Performance, not Position that Counts
A Priest dies and is waiting in line at the heaven’s gate.
Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.
God to the guy: Who are you?
Guy: I am Udupi-Mangalore Express Bus driver.
God: Take this gold robe and enter the kingdom of heaven.
God to the Priest: Who are you?
Priest: I am a priest who spent 40 years preaching good to people.
God: Take this cotton robe and enter heaven.
Priest: God, how come that foul mouthed rash driver gets gold and I, who spent all my life preaching good, get cotton?
God : Results, my son, results. While you preached, people slept; when he drove, people really prayed…