God is Missing—and the Usual Suspects Are at It Again

 

In a quiet little town full of picket fences and nosy neighbors, there lived two brothers who were known far and wide—not for their good manners, but for their endless mischief. If a gate was mysteriously locked from the outside or if someone’s cat appeared sporting a ridiculous shade of green, there was little doubt about who was behind it. Everyone knew: It must be those two boys again.

Their poor mother had tried everything—punishments, bribes, grounding them for weeks—but nothing seemed to tame their wild energy or playful rebellion. So, in a moment of desperation and hope, she turned to the village priest.

“Father,” she pleaded, “please talk to my boys. They need to understand there are consequences beyond what I can give them. Maybe… maybe if you spoke to them about God, they might finally listen.”

The priest agreed, and with the wisdom of someone who had seen many wayward children in his time, he said, “Send them to me—one at a time.”

The younger brother, just thirteen and full of nerves under his confident exterior, was the first to enter the quiet church office. He sat down across from the priest, who fixed him with a calm but serious gaze.

“Tell me, son,” the priest began gently, “where is God?”

The boy’s eyes widened slightly, unsure how to respond. He fidgeted in his seat but said nothing.

The priest, thinking the boy hadn’t heard him, asked again—this time more firmly.

“Where is God?”

Still, the boy remained silent, now growing visibly uncomfortable.

Then the priest leaned forward, his voice deep and solemn:

“Where… is… God?”

That was all the boy could take.

He shot out of his chair like a bolt of lightning and ran straight out of the room, through the church doors, and down the street, not stopping until he reached home. Bursting through the door, gasping for breath, he found his older brother.

“We’re in huge trouble,” he blurted out, eyes wide.

“What happened? Did someone find the frog we dyed blue?” the older boy asked, half-joking, half-worried.

“No,” the younger one whispered, looking around nervously.

“God is missing—and they think we did it!”

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A Final Thought

This lighthearted tale reminds us that even in our mischief and mistakes, children carry an innocence that can turn fear into humor and guilt into reflection. Sometimes, all it takes is the right question at the right moment to make us stop, think, and maybe even laugh at how we see the world. And maybe—just maybe—that’s how we grow.

Let the story bring a smile to your day. After all, sometimes the best lessons come wrapped in laughter.

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Out Of The Box July 29, 2025