Oh Brother, Where Do We Go Now?

In a certain suburban neighborhood, there were two brothers, eight and ten years old, who were exceedingly mischievous. Whatever went wrong in their neighborhood, it nearly always turned out they had a hand in it. Their parents were at their wits' end trying to control them, and after hearing about a priest nearby who worked with delinquent boys, the mother suggested to the father that they ask the priest to talk to 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 from the huge, impressive desk he sat behind.

For about five minutes they just sat and stared at each other. Finally the priest pointed his finger 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 but 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 still louder and firmer voice, the priest leaned far across the desk and put his finger almost to the boy's nose. "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. He quickly said, "We are in big trouble!" The older boy asked, "What do you mean, big trouble?" His brother replied, "God is missing, and they think we did it!"