A couple had two little boys, ages 8 and 10, who were excessively mischievous.
They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew that if any
mischief occurred in their town, their sons were probably involved.
The boys’ mother heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in
disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The
clergyman agreed, but asked to see them individually.
So the mother sent her 8-year-old first, in the morning, with the older boy to
see the clergyman in the afternoon.
The clergyman, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and
asked him sternly, “Where is God?”
They boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there with his
mouth hanging open, wide-eyed.
So the clergyman repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is
God?”
Again the boy made no attempt to answer.
So the clergyman raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy’s
face and bellowed, “WHERE IS GOD!?”
The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his
closet, slamming the door behind him.
When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, “What happened?”
The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, “We are in BIG trouble this
time, dude…
God is missing–and they think WE did it!”