One fine Sunday afternoon in Heaven Saint Peter greets a Priest and a bus driver at the Pearly Gates. He smiles broadly at both of them and exclaims that they have both made the grade, and then goes about giving them the rundown on how things work in the afterlife and assigns them their individual residences.
A week goes by and the Priest, a man who spent his entire adult life piously spreading the word and tending to his congregation as if every single one of them were indeed his own children, runs into Saint Peter at one of the many golf courses that abound in Paradise.
Saint Peter asks the Priest how he is getting along, and the Priest replies, "Well, I have to tell you, I think there has been a mix up in the housing assignments between me and the bus driver. I was shown to a small, fairly dodgy little shack set on a lot overgrown with weeds, and the bus driver was given a mansion in a very elegant neighborhood. I mean, just how reverent was that bus driver?"
"Oh," says Saint Peter, "Housing assignments are not a reflection of reverence, they are a reflection of results. You indeed lived a most reverential life, but the thing is most of your sermons were dull and repetitive, which put a lot of people to sleep and didn't inspire much prayer. But that bus driver, when he was on the job, nobody slept and everybody prayed!"
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