.A priest dies on All Souls Day and is waiting in the queue at Heaven’s Gate.
In front of him stands a guy, wearing a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans, and sporting sunglasses.
Saint Peter to the guy: “Who were you?”
Guy: “An Express Bus driver. I used to drive long distances at night.”
Saint Peter: “Enter the kingdom of heaven. You are admitted to the first-class accommodations.”
Saint Peter to the Priest: “Who were you?”
Priest: “A priest and I spent almost 40 years preaching the Word of God to people.”
Saint Peter: “Enter the kingdom of heaven. You are admitted to the third class accommodations.”
Priest: “OMG, I spent all my life preaching God’s Words. How come a flamboyant, rash driver gets first class and I get third?”
Saint Peter: “Results, my son, results.”
Priest: “What?”
Saint Peter: “Its performance, not the position that counts!”
Priest: “Ugh!”
Saint Peter: “While you preached, people slept, but when he drove, people prayed! It’s the performance that counts!”
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