In a certain suburban neighborhood, there
were two brothers, 8 and 10 years old, who were exceedingly mischievious. Whenever
something went wrong in the neighborhood, it turned out they had a hand in it. Their
parents were at their wits' end trying to control them. Hearing about a minister nearby
who worked with delinquent boys, the mother suggested to the father that they ask the
minister to talk with the boys. The father agreed.
The mother went to the minister 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 minister. The minister sat the boy down on the other side of his
huge, impressive desk. For about five minutes they just sat and stared at each other.
Finally, the minister 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 minister 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 minister 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 B-I-I-I-I-G
trouble now!"
The older boy asked, "What do you
mean, B-I-I-I-I-G trouble?"
His brother replied, "God is missing
and they think we did it."
