Where is God

There were once two incorrigible brothers, aged approximately 6 and 8 years old. One day, their Mama threw up her hands and gave up on them. She just didn't know WHAT to do with the boys anymore to get them to behave. So the minister of the church across the street said "Let me talk to them. Send them over one at a time, and I'll see what I can do."

So she sent the eldest boy across the street to see the minister. He was a huge man, with a stern, craggy old face and a booming voice. "Sit down, son," he said, gesturing to a chair. The boy sat down. And for the next five minutes, the minister just GLARED at the child. Not a word was spoken. Just looking at the minister was terrifying! His eyes burned holes through the young boy.

And all of a sudden, the minister pointed a finger at the child and asked, "Where.....is GOD?" The child got wide-eyed, and gripped the arms of the chair. His whole body began to tremble. And the minister's voice boomed out the question a second time. "SON, WHERE....IS....GOD?"

The boy bolted from his chair, out of the minister's office, and ran full speed all the way home. He practically ran THROUGH the front door. He ran through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall, and into his room, where his younger brother was waiting for his turn to talk to the minister.

He had a look of absolute terror on his face. His younger brother saw this plainly, and wanted to know "Pierre, what's the matter!"

The elder brother replied, "We're in real trouble! God is missing, and they think WE done it!"