A minister dies and, resplendent in his clerical collar and colorful robes, is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates.
Just ahead of him is a guy dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.
Saint Peter addresses this guy, “Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?”
The guy replies, “I’m Joe Green, taxi driver, of New York City!”
Saint Peter consults his list.
He smiles and says to the taxi driver, “Take this silken robe and golden staff, and enter into the Kingdom.”
The taxi driver goes into Heaven with his robe and staff.
And now the minister is at the first of the line.
He stands erect and, without being asked, proclaims, “I am Joseph Snow, head pastor of Saint Mary’s for the last forty-three years!”
Saint Peter consults his list.
Looking up, he says to the minister, “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“Just a minute,” says the minister. “That man was a taxi driver, and you issued him a silken robe and golden staff, but I get wood and cotton. How can this be?”
“Up here, we work by results,” says Saint Peter.
“While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed.”
Just ahead of him is a guy dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.
Saint Peter addresses this guy, “Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?”
The guy replies, “I’m Joe Green, taxi driver, of New York City!”
Saint Peter consults his list.
He smiles and says to the taxi driver, “Take this silken robe and golden staff, and enter into the Kingdom.”
The taxi driver goes into Heaven with his robe and staff.
And now the minister is at the first of the line.
He stands erect and, without being asked, proclaims, “I am Joseph Snow, head pastor of Saint Mary’s for the last forty-three years!”
Saint Peter consults his list.
Looking up, he says to the minister, “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“Just a minute,” says the minister. “That man was a taxi driver, and you issued him a silken robe and golden staff, but I get wood and cotton. How can this be?”
“Up here, we work by results,” says Saint Peter.
“While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed.”
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