Drives home a point.
Editor’s note: Do you need something to smile about? Every day, WND selects the best joke offered up by readers and contributors to its Laughlines forum and brings it to you as the WND Joke of the Day. Here is today’s offering:
A priest and a taxi driver from Manhattan both died and went to heaven. St. Peter was at the Pearly Gates waiting for them.
“Come with me,” said Peter to the taxi driver.
The taxi driver followed Peter to a mansion. It had anything you could imagine from a bowling alley to an olympic-sized pool.
“Wow, thank you,” said the taxi driver.
Next, Peter led the priest to a rugged old shack with a twin bed and a little old television set.
“Wait, I think you are a little mixed up,” said the priest, “Shouldn’t I be the one who gets the mansion? After all, I was a priest, went to church every day and preached God’s word.”
“Yes, that’s true. But during your sermons, people slept. When the taxi driver drove, everyone prayed.”