The devil made me do it...
Ron Warmuth (EC92@AOL.COM)
Fri, 7 Nov 1997 16:56:12 -0500
IN a certain suburban neighborhood, there was 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 say and stared at each
Finally, the minister 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 minister 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 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, "God is missing and they think we did it."
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City