Many years back, my younger brother and I were the most mischievous kids in the kingdom hall. We would mischievously take away things like the Bible , study magazines, etc from meeting attendees. Soon, they will suspect us if anything went missing.
Our parents were annoyed with our conduct and behaviour.
They requested an elder to talk to us. One day, both of us were brought to the kingdom hall .
I, as the elder son, was brought into the elder's room while my younger brother waited outside.
The elder, with the intention to emphasize the omni-presence of Jehovah, asked me:
“Where is Jehovah?”
I was shocked that he asked me this question. I stared at him blankly.
“Where is Jehovah?” he demanded to know.
I started to perspire and shiver.
Finally, he banged on the table. Ask in a louder tone:
“Where is Jehovah?”
I was so scared that I ran out of his room, grabed my brother’s hand and ran out of the kingdom hall, telling my brother:
“Jehovah is missing and they think we did it.”
(This is just a joke and not a real personal experience.)