There were two young brothers, 8 and 10 years old, who were exceedingly mischievous. Whatever went wrong in the neighborhood, they had a hand in it. Their parents were at their wits' end trying to control them.

 

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

 

And so, the mother went to the priest and made her request. He agreed, but said he wanted to see the younger boy first, and alone. So the mother sent the younger one to the priest.

 

The priest sat the boy down across from his HUGE, impressive desk. For about five minutes they just sat and stared at each other. Finally, the priest pointed his 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, but said nothing.

 

Again, louder, the priest pointed at the boy and asked, "Where is God?"

 

Again, the boy looked all around but said nothing. A third time, in a louder, firmer voice, the priest 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 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 Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-g trouble."

 

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

 

His brother replied, "We're in BIG trouble. God is missing and they think WE did it!"

 

 

AT SUNDAY SCHOOL THE LESSON WAS ON ADAM AND EVE ,ON HOW GOD TOOK ADAMS RIB AND MADE EVE,WELL LATER THAT NIGHT WHEN HE WAS AT HOME HIS MOTHER FOUND HER SON LYING ON THE FLOOR HOLDING HIS SIDE SHE ASKED WHAT WAS WRONG,HE SAID "I THINK IM HAVING A WIFE"

A small child walked daily to and from school. Though  the weather one morning was questionable and clouds  were forming, this child made the daily trek to the elementary school.

 

As the day progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning.

 

The mother was worried that her child would be frightened walking back home from school, and she herself feared  the electrical storm might harm her child.

 

Following the roar of the thunder, lightning would cut through the sky like a flaming sword.  Being concerned, the mother got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school.  Soon she saw her small child walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up at the sky and smile.

 

One followed another, each time with her child stopping, looking at the streak of light and smiling. Finally, the mother called and asked, "What are you doing!"

 

Her child answered,

" I'm smiling for God, He keeps taking pictures of me."