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 & gold scarf & 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 & 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 scarf and me,
a Priest , who's spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has
to make do with a Cotton robe ?
' Results my friend, results,' shrugs Lord Dharamraj.
While you preached, people SLEPT ; but when he drove his taxi, people
PRAYED.
Moral of the story: Its PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimately
counts.
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 & gold scarf & 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 & 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 scarf and me,
a Priest , who's spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has
to make do with a Cotton robe ?
' Results my friend, results,' shrugs Lord Dharamraj.
While you preached, people SLEPT ; but when he drove his taxi, people
PRAYED.
Moral of the story: Its PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimately
counts.