A woman had two little boys who were driving her to the edge of despair. They were into everything, non-stop. And they were mischievous as well.

One day she decided to take them to her pastor. Maybe he could succeed where she had failed. The pastor wanted to see the older boy first. The younger one sat outside. The older boy was frightened. The minister looked so austere in his black robe each Sunday. What would he be like one-on-one?

The minster, a kindly man, looked at the young fellow somberly, then asked, "Young man, where is God?" The boy had no idea what to say, so he sat in silence. The minister repeated the question, "Young man, where is God?" The boy still said nothing. The pastor thundered one last time, "Young man, I said, `Where is God?'"

The boy jumped out of the chair, ran…