Performance and not position that ultimately counts

A Priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.

God asks him: Please tell me who you are, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not.

The guy replies: I am an Autorikshaw Driver from Mumbai!!!

God consults his ledger… smiles and says: Please take this silken robe, 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 Pope's Assistant so and so, Head Priest of the so and so Church for the last 40 years.

God 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 Driver is given a Silken robe and a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'

'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God.

'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove, people PRAYED'

It's PERFORMANCE and not POSITION that ultimately counts...