A preacher 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. Saint Peter addresses this cool guy, “Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven ?”The guy replies, “I'm NBF, retired airline pilot from j-ville.”Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says 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 preacher's turn. He stands erect and booms out, “I am Bishop Bob, pastor of Pentecostal worship center Jax for the last 43 years.” Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the pastor, “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom.” 'Just a minute,' says the good preacher. '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,” says Saint Peter. “When you preached - people slept. When he flew - people prayed.”When I read that I thought about results:My daddy was a dedicated preacher and won many folks to the Lord, my mama was a ‘missions minded lady’. I can not remember when she wasn’t doing something to raise money to sent to missionaries. Or inviting missionaries to our home (and giving them my bed!)Quilts, baking cakes and pies, flower arrangements, dinners and she could almost set a sewing machine on fire making clothes and ‘things’ on that treadle Singer. Many times she had helpers, but there were many times it was mama working and singing.My favorite was when she sold hot dogs. She sold a “hot dog all the way.” That was a steamed bun, beef wiener, mustard, ketchup onion slaw and chili. She sold thousands to working folk for lunch. Every penny went to missions.Mama built at least 75 churches over seas and supported many missionaries. I never saw my mama upset. As a child I watched her pray for her sons, cousins, brothers & bro. in laws in the WWII.I hear of a lot of ministers raising money for their cause and live in million dollar mansions etc. My mama died a pauper on earth, but very rich on the other side. She was an example of the song: 'Child Of The King.I smiled at the joke above, it results count, mama rated 10 out of 10 stars. Some facts but mostly just my
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