A priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates.

Ahead of him is a guy who’s dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.

St Peter addresses this cool guy: “Who are you, so that I know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?”

The guy replies: “I’m Jim, retired Southwest Airline pilot from Houston.”

St Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the pilot: “Take this silk robe and golden staff, and enter.”

Next, it’s the priest’s turn. He stands erect and booms out: “I am Father Bob, pastor of St mary’s for the last 43 years.”

St Peter consults his list. He says to the priest: “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff, and enter.”

“Just a minute,” says the priest. “That man was a pilot and he gets a silk robe and golden staff while I get only cotton and wood. How can this be?”

“Up here we go by results,” says St Peter. “When you preached, people slept. When he flew, people prayed.”