Where is G-d?


	In a certain suburban neighborhood, there were two brothers, 8 and 10 
	years old,  who were exceedingly mischievous. Whenever something went 
	wrong in the  neighborhood, it turned out they had a hand in it. 

	Their parents were at their wits' end trying to control them.  
	Hearing about a minister nearby who worked with delinquent boys, the 
	mother suggested to the father that they ask the minister to talk 
	with the boys. The father agreed. 

	The mother went to the minister 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 minister. 

	The minister sat the boy down on the other  side of his huge, 
	impressive desk. For about five minutes they just sat and stared at 
	each other. Finally,  the minister pointed his forefinger at the boy 
	and asked, "Where is G-d?" 

	The boy looked under the desk, in the corners of the room, all around, 
	but said nothing. 

	Again, louder, the minister pointed at the boy and asked, "Where is 
	G-d?" Again the boy looked all around but said nothing. A third time, 
	in a louder, firmer voice, the minister leaned far across the desk and 
	put his forefinger almost to the boy's nose, and asked "Where is 
	G-d?" 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 B-I-I-I-I-G trouble now!" The older boy 
	asked, "What do you mean, B-I-I-I-I-G trouble?" His brother replied, 
	"G-d is missing and they think we did it."     







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