After fifty years of wondering why he didn't look like his
younger sister or brother, the man finally got up the nerve
to ask his mother if he was adopted.

"Yes, you were, son," his mother said as she started to cry
softly. "But it didn't work out and they brought you back."

Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were excessively
mischievous.

They were always getting into trouble, and their parents
knew if any mischief occurred in their town, the two boys
were probably involved.

The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been
successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he
would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked
to see them individually.

The mother sent the 8-year-old in the morning, and the older
boy was to see the preacher in the afternoon. The preacher,
a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy
down and asked him sternly, "Do you know where God is, son?"

The boy made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his
mouth hanging open. So the preacher repeated the question in
an even sterner tone, "Where is God?" Again, the boy made no
attempt to answer. The preacher then shook his finger in the
boy's face and bellowed, "WHERE is GOD?"

The boy screamed, bolted from the room, ran directly home,
and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When
his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What
happened?"

The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in
BIG trouble this time! GOD is missing, and they think WE did
it!"