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."