Once there were two young brothers, at the time, 7 and 9. Whatever went wrong in the neighborhood, it turned out they had a hand in it. Their parents were at wits end trying to control them.

Hearing about a rabbi nearby who worked with delinquent boys, the mother suggested to her husband that she would ask the rabbi to talk with the boys and he gladly agreed.

The rabbi said he wanted to see the younger boy first and alone. So the mother sent the younger one to the rabbi.

The rabbi sat the boy down across his HUGE, impressive desk. For about five minutes they just sat and stared at each other.

Finally, the rabbi pointed his bony forefinger at the boy and asked, "Young man, where is God?"

The boy looked under the desk, in the corners of the room, all around, shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

Again, louder, the rabbi shook his finger at the boy and asked, "Where is God?"

Again, the boy looked all around, squirmed in his seat, but said nothing.

A third time, in a louder, firmer voice, the rabbi leaned far across the desk and put his forefinger almost to the boy's nose, and asked, "Young man, I ask you, where is God?"

The boy panicked, jumped up, 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're in B-I-I-I-G trouble."

The older boy asked, "What do you mean, 'BIG trouble?'"

His brother replied, "I'm tellin' ya', we're in BIG trouble. God is missing!

And they think WE did it!!"