A priest dies & is waiting in line at heaven's gate. Ahead of him is a guy who is fashionably dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket & jeans.
God to the guy: Who are you?
Guy: I am a taxi driver from Delhi
God: Take this gold robe & enter kingdom of heaven.
God to the priest: Who are you?
Priest: I am a priest & spent 40 years preaching good to people
God: Take this cotton robe & enter heaven.
Priest: God, how come that foul mouthed, rash driver gets a gold & I spent all my life preaching good, get a cotton robe?
God: Results, my son, results. While you preached, people slept. When he drove, people really prayed.
Its performance, not position that counts...
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