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 agreed.
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 him at a
huge impressive desk.
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
BIG trouble.”
The older boy asked,
“What do you mean, ‘BIG
trouble’?”
His brother replied, “God
is missing and they think
we did it!
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 agreed.
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 him at a
huge impressive desk.
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
BIG trouble.”
The older boy asked,
“What do you mean, ‘BIG
trouble’?”
His brother replied, “God
is missing and they think
we did it!
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