Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were more than a little mischievous.  They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew all about it.

If any mischief occurred in their town, these two boys were usually the perpetrators.

The boys’ mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining naughty children, so she asked if he would speak with her two sons.

The preacher agreed, but 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 and bushy eyebrows, 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 knees trembling.

So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is  God?!”

Again, the boy made no attempt to answer.

The preacher then raised his voice even more and, shaking his finger in the boy’s face, bellowed, “Where is God?!”

The boy, with a scream, bolted from the room.  Running directly home, he slammed the door behind him and dove into the nearest closet.

When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, “What happened?”

The younger brother, trembling with fear as he gasped for breath, replied, “We are in BIG trouble this time!!!!!!!!!  GOD is missing……..and they think we did it!”