Heaven

A man arrives at the gates of heaven. St. Peter asks, "Religion?"


The man says, "Methodist."


St. Peter looks down his list, and says, "Go to room 24, but be
very quiet as you pass room 8."


Another man arrives at the gates of heaven. "Religion?"


"Baptist."


"Go to room 18, but be very quiet as you pass room 8."


A third man arrives at the gates. "Religion?"


"Jewish." "Go to room 11, but be very quiet as you pass room 8."

The man says, "I can understand there being different rooms for
different religions, but why must I be quiet when I pass room 8?"


St. Peter tells him,
"Well the Catholics are in room 8, and they think they're the only ones here.


Father?

St. Peter stood at the Pearly Gates, waiting for the incoming.
He saw Jesus walking by and caught his attention. "Jesus,
could you mind the gate while I go do an errand?"


"Sure," replied Jesus. "What do I have to do?"


"Just find out about the people who arrive.
Ask about their background, their family, and their lives.
Then decide if they deserve entry into Heaven."


"Sounds easy enough. OK." So Jesus waited at the gates while
St. Peter went off on his errand. The first person to approach
the gates was a wrinkled old man.
Jesus summoned him to the examination table and sat across from him.
He peered at the old man and asked, "What was it you did for a living?"


The old man replied, "I was a carpenter."


Jesus remembered his own earthly existence and leaned forward.
"Did you have any family?" he asked.


"Yes, I had a son, but I lost him."


Jesus leaned forward some more.
"You lost your son? Can you tell me about him?"


"Well, he had holes in his hands and feet."


Jesus leaned forward even more and whispered, "Father?"


The old man leaned forward and whispered, "Pinocchio?"