A Priest dies and is waiting in line of heaven’s gate. Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed in dark sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans. God to the Guy: Who are you? Guy: I am a Rickshaw Driver from Pune. God: Take this gold robe and enter kingdom of heaven. God to the Priest: Who are you? Priest: I am a Priest and 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 a gold robe and I spent all my life preaching good, get cotton. God: Results, my son, results. While you preached, people slept, when he drove, people really prayed. “Its Performance, not Position that Counts.”
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 12:34:33 +0000