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The guy replies: "I am Pandi, auto driver from Chennai!"
St Peter 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.
"Results, my friend, results," shrugs St Peter. "While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his auto, people really PRAYED."
A priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at Heaven's Gates.
Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sun glasses,
a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.
St Peter asks him: "Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven or not?"
St Peter 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!"
St Peter 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 the Pope's assistant, priest for the last 40 years."
St Peter 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's spent his whole life preaching God's name and goodness has to make do with a cotton robe?"
"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's spent his whole life preaching God's name and goodness has to make do with a cotton robe?"
"Results, my friend, results," shrugs St Peter. "While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his auto, people really PRAYED."
It's PERFORMANCE and not POSITION that ultimately counts.
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