Two brothers, aged 8 and 10, were always playing pranks and getting into mischief. When things went wrong in town, at school, at fairs, and at church, they were inevitably behind it.
Their parents were beside themselves with anxiety. What if their children should "step over the line" and get in trouble with the Law? They decided to send the boys to talk with the pastor of the church, a Bible-thumping, God-fearing, pulpit-pounding Rock of Ethics and Values.
The 8-year-old had the first appointment, walking the four blocks from home to the church. When he stood across from the pastor's desk, the pastor regarded him with a deep scowl, and after a minute said, "Young man, where is God?" The boy remained silent. The pastor raised his voice. "Young man, I said, where is God?"
Still the boy remained quiet, but his eyes widened, and he swallowed nervously. The pastor leaned over his desk and yelled, "Young man, I asked you a question!" "Now where is God?"
In terror the boy leaped from the room, ran home, vaulted up the stairs to his bedroom, and hid behind his bed. The 10-year-old, hearing the noise, ran into his younger brother's bedroom and found him shivering. "What happened?" he said, starting to get scared himself.
"Oh, man, we're in deep trouble," said the 8-year-old. "God's missing, and everyone thinks we did it."
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