Line at the Heaven’s Gates
A Priest dies & is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven’s Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, nattily dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket & 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 Johnny J., taxi driver from New York !
God consults his ledger, smiles & says to Johnny J.: Please take this silken robe & gold scarf & 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 & so, Head Priest of the so & so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger & says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe & enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
‘Just a minute,’ says the agonized Priest. ‘How is it that a foul mouthed, rash driving Taxi Driver is given a Silken robe & a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who’s spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?’
‘Results my friend, results,’ shrugs God.
‘While you preached, people SLEPT;Â but when he drove his taxi, people PRAYED!!!