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 a hand
in it. Their parents were at their wits' end trying to control them.
Hearing about a priest nearby who worked with
delinquent boys, the mother suggested to the 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 the 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."