A pastor dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a fellow who’s dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.
Saint Peter addresses him, ‘Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?’
The fellow replies, ‘I’m Jack, retired pilot from Houston.’ Saint Peter consults his list.
He smiles and say to the pilot, “Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom. The pilot goes into Heaven with his robe and staff.
Next, it’s the pastors turn. He stands erect and booms out, ‘I am The Bob, Pastor for the last 43 years.’
Saint Peter consults his list. He says to The Bob, ‘Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom.’
‘Just a minute,’ says The Bob. ‘That man was a pilot and he gets a silken robe and golden staff and I get only cotton and wood. How can this be?’
‘Up here –we go by results,’ say Saint Peter. ‘When you preached –people slept. When he flew, people prayed.’
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