Discipline
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A couple had two little mischievous boys,
ages 8 and 10. They were always getting into trouble, and their
parents knew that if any mischief occurred in their town, their
sons would get the blame.
The boys' mother heard that a clergyman in
town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked
if he would speak with her boys. The clergyman agreed and asked
to see them individually.
So, the mother sent her 8-year-old first,
in the morning, with the older boy to see the clergyman in the
afternoon.
The clergyman, a huge man with a booming voice,
sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is
God?"
They boy's mouth dropped open, but he made
no response, sitting there with his mouth hanging open.
The clergyman repeated the question. "Where
is God?"
Again, the boy made no attempt to answer.
So, the clergyman raised his voice some more
and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "Where
is God!?"
The boy screamed and bolted from the room.
He 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 real BIG trouble this time! God is missing, and they think
we did it!" |