Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were excessively mischievous. They
were always getting into trouble and their parents knew all about
it. If any mischief occurred in their town, the two boys were
The boys’ mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful
in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys.
The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the
mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.
The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy
down and asked him sternly, “Do you know where God is, son?” The
boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there
wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.
So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is
Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his
voice even more and shook his finger in the boy’s face and bellowed,
“Where is God?”
The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and
dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.
When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, “What
The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, “We are in BIG
trouble this time,” (I just LOVE reading this next line…)
“GOD is missing, and they think we did it!”