A pastor dies and goes to heaven. There he is given a small house. He is thankful and gives thanks. He goes outside to look around. He sees a taxi driver who also died, and notices he was given a mansion with gold trim. Then the pastor tells an angel "I don't understand. I have served the lord my whole life, and yet I get less than a taxi driver." The angel replies "It's like this. When you preached, people slept. When he drove people prayed."