One day in heaven, Jesus’s secretary says,”Sir, I think you have been working far too hard lately. You need to get out and meet the people.”
Jesus agrees, closes his books and goes for a walk down the streets of gold.
Presently, from a side street, he hears the curious rhythmic sound of sawing, and spies an old bearded carpenter in his workshop.
“Sir,” Jesus says benignly, “Why do you labour so? This is heaven, and your days of hard labour are behind you.”
The old man, his face dripping with sweat, replies, “I had a son on earth whose birth was a miracle. I haven’t seen him since he died. He knew I loved working with wood, and I thought if I made enough noise, he might hear it and find me.”
A look of stunned realisation comes upon Jesus’s face. The carpenter sees it and
stops sawing. As he gazes at Jesus, his eyes begin to mist up, and their eyes lock.
Jesus gently touches the old man’s shoulder and says simply, “Father.”
The old man says, “Pinocchio?”