In a small town, two brothers were the terror of their neighborhood. If windows were broke out, they did it. If a mysterious grass fire was started, they did it. If someone’s flowers were stomped on, they did it. Everything bad that happened in that town could be traced back to those two hell raisers. Nothing their mother would do could control them.
In exasperation, their mother asked the preacher at her church if he knew of any way to calm these two boys down.
The preacher told her, “Send me these boys, but only one at a time.”
So the mother takes the oldest boy to the church and the preacher tells her to send in the first boy and then wait outside until he calls her in.
The preacher has the boy stand in front of his desk and gives the boy a stern stare for a few moments. Then he asked the boy, “Do you know where God is?”
The boy just stood there without an answer with his eyes growing larger.
The preacher asked again in a louder voice, “I asked you, do you know where God is?”
The boy, with a look of terror on his face, runs from the room, past his mother and all the way home.
He grabbed his brother and said “Quick, we gotta to hide. God is missing and they think we did it!”