Kevin was not an ideal child. He managed to get into mischief frequently, and was always trailed by his younger brother, Ken. Finally, at her wits’ end, his long-suffering mother took him to see their parish priest. The father decided to focus Kevin’s mind on higher levels.
"Kevin," he asked with great seriousness, "where is God?"
Kevin gave no reply.
"Kevin, where is God?"
Again there was silence.
For a third time the priest asked the question, and this time Kevin bolted out of the office and ran all the way home. He burst into his brother’s room.
"Ken," he panted breathlessly, "Father can’t find God and he thinks we had something to do with it!"