Johnny and Freddy were probably not much worse than most boys their age. Johnny had just turned nine a week ago and Freddy was a proud six and a half.
From the first day in their new school, they had made a name for themselves as trouble makers and were quickly the talk of the local PTA. The town police had even brought them home. It happened after a fight at the local park, over a deflated basketball. Mom was definitely at wits end and had no idea what punishment was left that she hadn’t already tried.
Saturday morning came and it happened to be one of the first days, that the boys were doing what they were told. Both boys were off in their rooms cleaning, when a neighbor dropped in to see their mother.
Sitting down having a cup of coffee, mom started to explain the difficulty she was having controlling her two young boys. She told her friend of all the various punishments and how they seemed to have no effect whatsoever.
“Have you ever thought of having the boys go to church and confess their sins?” Moms head jerked up quickly in response to this totally new idea. She wasn’t really as religious as she would like to be and the thought had never occurred to her.
“I think that may be a good idea. If anyone knows I’ve tried everything else, it’s god.”
The next morning when the boys came down for breakfast, their mom explained what was going to happen. That they were going to eat their breakfast and then immediately go put on their suits and ties and they were going to go down to the local church and confess their sins to the priest.
After the expected bickering and refusals being blurted out under their breath, the two boys headed off to get dressed. This was brand new to them, as they had never been to confession before.
Once they were dressed they left the house and headed down the street the two blocks to their neighborhood church. Outside they stood in front of the enormous granite steps that seemed to be a hundred stairs high leading up to the front doors.
Getting a little nervous, the younger of the two, Freddy, pulled back from his brother and sat down on a bench in the courtyard. “I’m scared Johnnie. I don’t wanna do this.” Johnnie tried to calm him down and asked him if he would wait outside while he went in and checked things out. Freddie agreed and Johnny headed up the stairs towards the looming oak doors at the top.
The elaborate front entry way in most church’s, can mesmerize even the eldest and most experienced of beings and it surely had Johnnie quivering right now.
He looked to the left and spotted another big oak door. This one had a copper plate, the word “Confessions” Deeply engraved.
Johnny opened the door and stepped into another room and the door slammed behind him as he let it go. The room was pitch black. Not the smallest speck of light existed within the space.
Without warning and coming close to making Johnnie go in his pants, a bright light came on in front of Johnnie and the priest was standing on a platform, despairingly looking down on this quivering nine year old boy.
In a soft voice at first, the priest looked down and said, “Johnnie, where is God? Johnnie just stared up into the light and realized that he couldn’t make his legs move.
The priest again looked down and a little louder this time, he asked, “Johnnie, where is God? Again a dumbfounded lad, just stared back with that frozen look of fear, stuck to his face.
For a final time and this time much louder and with eyes that seemed to gleam, the priest looked down and almost shouted, Johnnie, where is God?
Well this time Johnnie got his legs to move. They moved faster then he had ever made them move before. Johnnie ran out the door and out of the church, he ran down the massive granite stairs and grabbed a wonder struck Freddy’s hand on the way by.
The two boys continuing to run, Johnnie from fear and his brother because Johnnie wouldn’t let go of his hand and basically dragged him the two blocks to their house.
He pulled him into the hall and ran up the stairs and then up another flight, until they were high up in the attic. Johnnie closed the door behind them and quickly pushed a chair under the handle, before grabbing two more and finally sitting down.
Freddy sat in the chair across from his brother and asked him what was the matter. What could be so bad, that Johnnie would almost break his arm dragging him home?
Johnnie looked over at Freddy and said “Are you kidding me? God’s missing and they’re blaming us!”