Where God Is

One day a band of gypsies stopped at a farmer's well. One of them, a giant of the man, dropped a bucket into the well and pulled it back up with the attached cord. He then drank right out of the bucket with large, grateful gulps... as streams of water ran down his red beard. When he finished, he mopped his face with his handkerchief, leaned over the well and keep looking into it.

Meanwhile, the farmer's little son was watching all this. Wondering what the gypsy was looking at, he also tried to pull himself up tot he rim of the well and have a look. The gigantic gypsy laughingly scooped the boy into his arms and pointed down into the well. 

"Do you know who lives down there?" he asked.

The boy shook his head. "God lives down there," the gypsy said.

"Look!"

The boy stared down into the well and all he could see was his own reflection, "That's only me," he said.

"Ah," said the gypsy, as he gently set the boy down, "now you know where God lives."

-Freda Ruth in Sunshine