Little Jill

by | Jun 11, 1997 | Angels, Experiencing God, Poem

Little Jill was raised
by parents who were atheists.
When Jill was 3 years old her father
killed her mother in a drunken rage and
turned the gun upon himself.

This was all done in the presence of Jill.
Jill was shifted through the foster
care system and wound up with a
Church going family. The first Sunday
that Jill was in her nursery class the
teacher held up a picture of the savior
and asked the three, four and five year
olds if they knew who was in the picture.

Little Jill raised her hand and the
Sunday school teacher called on her.
“That’s Jesus” stated Little Jill.
The Sunday School teacher knew that
this was Jill’s first time in Church and
knew that Jill’s dead parents had been atheists.

So she was surprised and questioned Jill:
“How do you know that my dear?”
asked the kindly teacher.
“Because he was the man that held me
in His arms the night my Daddy killed
my Mommy,” answered sweet little Jill.

Author unknown. If anyone has a proprietary interest in this story please authenticate and I will be happy to credit, or remove, as the circumstances dictate.

Thanks to Inspirations 


Little Jill