A priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a
guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.
Saint Peter addresses him, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not
to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven ?" The guy replies, "I'm Joe
Cohen, taxi driver, from New York ." Saint Peter consults his list. He
smiles and says to the taxi driver, "Take this silken robe and golden staff
and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ." Now it's the priest's turn. He stands
erect and booms out, "I am the Right Reverend Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint
Mary's for the last forty-three years." Saint Peter consults his list. He
says to the priest, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the
Kingdom of Heaven ." "Just a minute," says the priest. "That man was a taxi
driver. Why does he get a silken robe and golden staff?" "Results,"
shrugged Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept. When he drove,
people prayed."
Moral of the story:
It's Performance and Not the Position that Counts.
guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.
Saint Peter addresses him, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not
to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven ?" The guy replies, "I'm Joe
Cohen, taxi driver, from New York ." Saint Peter consults his list. He
smiles and says to the taxi driver, "Take this silken robe and golden staff
and enter the Kingdom of Heaven ." Now it's the priest's turn. He stands
erect and booms out, "I am the Right Reverend Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint
Mary's for the last forty-three years." Saint Peter consults his list. He
says to the priest, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the
Kingdom of Heaven ." "Just a minute," says the priest. "That man was a taxi
driver. Why does he get a silken robe and golden staff?" "Results,"
shrugged Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept. When he drove,
people prayed."
Moral of the story:
It's Performance and Not the Position that Counts.
