Just after Christmas Father Michael, was walking along the pavement in front of his church when he heard someone praying and when he inspected closer, what he heard nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old nephew, Rory, and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and some cotton wool, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
Rory, the Priests nephew was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with dignity, he prayed his version of what he thought his Uncle always said, ‘Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.’
At the pearly gates, a taxi driver and Priest are waiting in line. St. Peter consults his list and says to the taxi driver, “Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
St. Peter next greets the Priest saying, “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“Just a minute,” says the Priest, “That man was a taxi driver, and he gets a silken robe and golden staff while I get a cotton robe and wooden staff. How can this be?”
“Up here, we work by results,” says St. Peter. “While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed”