Two Little Mischief Makers
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 parents thought that they should ask the priest to
talk with the boys. The priest agreed to talk with the
boys and asked to see the younger boy first. 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 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."