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 probably involved.

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 God?'

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 happened?'
;

The younger brother, gasping for breath,
replied, 'We are in BIG trouble this time,' (I just LOVE reading this
next line again and again:)

'GOD is missing, and they think we did it!