Welcome John,” says St. Peter to an taxi driver from San Francisco “Thank you,” John nervously responds avoiding St. Peter’s eyes.
“For your good work on the earth,” St. Peter says handing him the golden crown and the golden robe, “I want you to wear these before you enter the gate.”
“Who me?” The taxi driver was at a loss not knowing what to do.
“Next,” calls St. Peter
An old bald-headed man steps up looking straight at St. Peter with a broad smile.
“Oh, Reverend,” says St. Peter says and hands the reverend a blue POW outfit to wear. “Wear this before entering the gate.”
The reverend’s smile disappears with his eyes turned round in surprise.
“St. Peter, what’s this?” the reverend says. “All my years I preached the Lord, Jesus Christ, from the depth of my heart.”
“Sorry,” St. Peter says. “All I saw was your congregation sleeping while you preached. But when I watched the taxi driver driving up and down the winding roads in San Francisco, his passengers were praying with their hands clasped. “