A long line of chess players arrive at the Pearly Gates on Cabot Drive
and announce their presence to St. Peter the guard, who looks each of 
them up in his Big Book as they pass through the revolving doors.

The first is a desheveled cab driver who often plays skittles to get
his adrenaline fix during rush hour on the highway. Upon reading his 
name on the entry list, St Peter invites him to grab a silk robe and 
golden staff and to proceed into the meeting room at the main table.

Next in line behind the cabby is a boisterous chess player known for his great
orations, and he has been watching the gate proceedings with great interest.
He announces himself to St. Peter. Upon scanning the preacher's entry in the
Big Book, St. Peter furrows his brow and finally says, "Okay, we'll let you in,
but take that cloth robe and wooden staff and proceed to the small corner table."

The vociferous chess player is astonished and replies, “But I am a man of the cloth 
and have a large flock. You gave that lowly chess player a gold staff and a silk robe. 
Surely, I must rate higher than a mere cabby and deserve a special seat where I can be heard.”

St. Peter responded matter-of-factly: “Here we are only interested in results. When 
you were preaching chess philosophy from your pulpit, people were dozing and rolling 
their eyes. But oh my, when the cabby drives his taxi, people assess their mortality 
and pray for devine mercy."