From my friend Kim; I had to share…
A couple had two little boys, ages 8 and 10, who were excessively mischievous. The two were always getting into trouble, and their parents could be assured that if any mischief occurred in their town, their two young sons were in some way involved.
The parents were at their wits’ end as to what to do about their sons’ behavior. The mother had heard that a cleric in town had been successful in disciplining children in the past, so she asked her spouse if she thought they should send the boys to speak with the clergyman. Her partner said, “We might as well. We need to do something before I really lose my temper!”
The minister agreed to speak with the boys, but asked to see them individually. The 8-year-old went to meet with him first. The cleric sat the boy down, and asked him sternly, “Where is God?”
The boy made no response, so the man of the cloth repeated the question, taking a tone that was even more stern: “Where is God?”
Again, the boy made no attempt to answer, so the clergyperson raised his voice even more, and shook his finger in the boy’s face. “WHERE IS GOD?!?!!!”
At that, the boy bolted from the room and ran directly home, slamming himself in his closet. His older brother followed him into the closet, and asked, “What happened?”
The younger brother replied, “We are in BIG trouble this time! God is missing, and they think we did it!”