A
Priest dies and is waiting in line
at Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is
a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark
sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather
jacket & jeans.
God asks the guy:
at Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is
a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark
sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather
jacket & jeans.
God asks the guy:
"Who
are you? I must check if you qualify
to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. "
The guy replies:
The guy replies:
My
name is Paradorn, the tuk-tuk driver from
Chiangmai.
God checks his record, smiles
& says to Paradorn:
God checks his record, smiles
& says to Paradorn:
"Take
this Silk robe & Gold scarf & enter
the Kingdom of Heaven".
Now it is the priest's turn. He
stands erect and speaks confidently:
the Kingdom of Heaven".
Now it is the priest's turn. He
stands erect and speaks confidently:
I am Pope's Assistant...
Head Priest
of the ...Church ...for the last 40 years.
God checks his record & says to
the Priest:
of the ...Church ...for the last 40 years.
God checks his record & says to
the Priest:
"Take
this cotton robe & enter the Kingdom of Heaven".
'Just a minute,' says the surprised
Priest. 'How come that foul-mouthed,
rash driving auto driver gets a Silk
robe & a Gold scarf but me, a Priest,
who's spent a lifetime of preaching
your Name & goodness has to make
do with a Cotton robe?
'Just a minute,' says the surprised
Priest. 'How come that foul-mouthed,
rash driving auto driver gets a Silk
robe & a Gold scarf but me, a Priest,
who's spent a lifetime of 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 his auto, people
really PRAYED."
It's PERFORMANCE, and not POSITION,
that ultimately counts.