Performance Vs Position
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.
Lord Dharamraj 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 Banta Singh, taxi driver from New Delhi!”
Lord Dharamraj consults his ledger, smiles & says to? Banta Singh, “Please take this silken robe & golden staff & enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
Now it is the priest’s turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice, “I am Sant Shiromani Baba so & so, Head Priest of the so & so Temple for the last 40 years.”
Lord Dharamraj consults his ledger & says to the Priest, “Please take this cotton robe, wooden staff & enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“Just a minute,” says the agonised Priest. “How is that a foul mouthed, rash driving Taxi Driver is given a Silken robe & a Golden staff, and me, a Priest, who’s spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe & a Wooden staff?”
“Results my friend, results,” shrugs Lord Dharamraj.? “While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his taxi, people PRAYED.”
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