Years ago I met three small boys with no daddy in Berkeley, Mo. Their trampoline consisted of three old matresses next to a deserted building.
I asked where their daddies worked. One boy said, "I ain't got no daddy." The next boy said, "My daddy's dead." The third boy said, My daddy's with Jesus. (Guess the boy attended his daddy's funeral).
I told the boys that they had a daddy up in the sky. I told them that Jesus lives up there and knows all their names.
I told them that Jesus wants to be their daddy; that all they have to do is ask him.
They lived on Hanley Road near a Baptist church. I told them to ask their mother to take them to Sunday School to learn about Jesus.
That was 25 years ago. I wonder where they are now. They would be about age 31.