Joseph and Mary Visit the Guidance Counselor

"Joseph and Mary, I wanted to talk to you about your son, Yeshua."
"Jesus," Mary corrected.
"Jesus?"
"Oh, yes, he's been studying Geek and likes the ring of the language," said Mary with a bright smile.
"Jesus, then."
"What's the problem. Is he having difficulty with his grades?" Mary queried.
"Oh, no. He's a marvelous student. It's just that things happen."
"Things?" asked Joseph.
"We've been having a rat problem and hired and hired and exterminator to kill them."
"So!" said Joseph.
"And your son brought them all back to life."
"He always did like animals," Mary smiled more broadly.
"Then, there's trouble in sports."
"Trouble? I thought he was a good athlete," Joseph interjected.
"Very capable. But odd things, like during the thunderstorm when he ran for a touchdown by running through a puddle of water."
"A lot of people run through puddles," Joseph said with a puzzled look.
"It was more like he ran over it. It was a trough in the field three-feet deep. And then there's so many issues when he scores."
Joseph frowned. "Scoring is good. Isn't it?"
"He's our top scorer. But when he crosses the goal lines, there are sounds of trumpets and angels singing, and the sun breaks through the clouds and a voice rings out 'This is my beloved son.' It unnerves people."
"A proud father is a proud father," Mary sniffed. Joseph shifted uncomfortably and switched the subject.
"At least he doesn't drink," Joseph opined.
"No, and that's good. but I'm afraid the upper classmen take advantage of him. After they learned he could turn water into wine, they have been offering him many to come to their parties and create beer by the keg. The police had to be called to break up some drunken brawls."
"We've tried to tell him not to do that in the wrong crowd," Mary frowned.
The counselor coughed.
"There was one episode that I chided him about. He was on the class field trip and went to the synagogue. He saw the gift shop and trashed it. He muttered something about a den of thieves. It was a first-time offense, so we overlooked it."
"We'll talk to him," Joseph said sternly.
"Don't bother," the counselor said with a wave of the hand. "There is one last thing that worries me. I guess it's more odd than anything. It's in wood shop."
"Well, his father is a carpenter," Mary beamed.
"Father?" Joseph muttered almost inaudibly. He coughed out, "What's wrong in wood shop?"
"He keeps taking two large beams of wood and laying them perpendicular to each other on the floor. Then he lies down with his hands stretch out across one and his fee on the floor. When he is asked about it, he just says it's his father's will."
Joseph smashed his hand down on the table. "Ouch," he said.
The counselor and Mary hardly noticed.
"I tell the teacher it's just a minor peculiarity. Nothing will probly come of it."