Jesus came with a couple of his mates, took my door away
to fit new handle. He never came back so I went to his father,
Joseph, and asked about the door. His father sighed and
said, Jesus is busy preaching but I will fix your door when
I can. I looked around and saw Jesus talking to people by
the river and I said: “Hey there Jesus, what about my door?”
and he said, “Those who believe in me, need no door to
protect their dwellings.” Since we only had a blanket to
cover our door, my wife was less than pleased.
Next thing I knew Jesus had been crucified and I walked
up the hill where he was hung and asked about my door.
“Sorry old mate but as things hang, you will have to find
It was then I knew Jesus had a sense of humour
and I took an interest in what he had said.