Where is God?

In a certain suburban neighborhood, there were two
brothers, 8 and 10 years old, who were exceedingly
mischievous. Whatever went wrong in the
neighborhood, it turned out they had had a hand in it.
Their parents were at their wit's end trying to control them.
Hearing about a priest nearby who worked with delinquent
boys, the mother suggested to their father that they
ask the priest to talk with the boys. The father replied,
"Sure, do that before I kill them!"

The mother went to the priest and made her request.
He agreed, but said he wanted to see the younger boy first
and alone. So the mother sent him to the priest.

The priest sat the boy down across a huge, impressive
desk he sat behind. For about five minutes they just sat and
stared at each other. Finally, the priest pointed his forefinger
at the boy and asked, "Where is God?"

The boy looked under the desk, in the corners of the room,
all around, but said nothing.

Again, louder, the priest pointed at the boy and asked, "Where
is God?"

Again the boy looked all around but said nothing. A third time,
in a louder,
firmer voice, the priest leaned far across the desk and put his
forefinger
almost to the boy's nose, and asked, "Where is God?"

The boy panicked and ran all the way home. Finding his older
brother, he dragged him upstairs to their room and into the closet,
where they usually plotted their mischief. He finally said,
"We are in BIIIIG trouble."

The older boy asked, "What do you mean, BIIIIG trouble?" His
brother replied, "God is missing and they think we did it."


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