Where is God?

October 8, 2006 at 11:08 pm 3 comments

In a certain suburban neighbourhood, there were two brothers, 8 and 10 years old, who were exceedingly mischevious.
Whatever went wrong in the neighbourhood, it turned out they had had a hand in it.
Their parents were at their wit’s end trying to control them.
Hearing about a priest nearby who worked with delinquent boys, the mother suggested to the father that they ask the priest to talk with the boys.
The mother went to the priest and made her request.
The priest agreed, but said he wanted to see the younger boy first and alone.
So the mother sent him to the priest.
The priest sat the boy down across a huge, impressive desk he sat behind.
For about five minutes they just sat and stared at each other.
Finally, the priest 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 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, “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 ussually plotted their mischief.
He finally said, “We are in BiiiiG trouble.”
The older boy asked, “What do you mean BiiiiG trouble?”
His brother replied, “God is missing and they think we stole him.”

*Many thanks to the friends who share their jokes with me. In other words, the foregoing is not my original creation. 


Entry filed under: Africa, Crime, Culture, Humour, Kenya, Literature, Media, Missions, Religion, Society, World.

Nazanin: This is important I support gov’t on this one!

3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. acolyte  |  October 9, 2006 at 2:40 am

    A very nice joke! A welcome break seeing the international incident on my hands!

  • 2. Kenyan Analyst  |  October 9, 2006 at 6:55 am

    I laughed it loud when I got it too. Now, whose goat have you eaten? Or have you become the poet’s leopard in the someone else’s compound (remember Jonathan Kariara’s Intro to poetry?)

  • 3. acolyte  |  October 9, 2006 at 4:53 pm

    Well seems Ive made it to Tanzanian press but there is more


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