Where is God?
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 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 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
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."