"He took a little child and had him stand among them. Taking him in his arms, he said to them "Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me." Mark 9:36
If you go to certain graveyards on some nights, and listen very closely, can you hear the babies crying? Why are they crying? Is it to be fed, maybe to be changed? Perhaps none of these things, maybe they are crying for a name... Babies born in the 17th and 18th century did not fare very well. One out of every four babies died. It did not matter if the family was rich or poor. One in four. Babies were not encouraged to walk early, since there was no childproofing equipment, and walking made their lives even more dangerous. Many frontier moms would allow their babies to be burned slightly from the fire to discourage a more serious burn later. Because of the high infant mortality, many mothers would not name their babies for a long time, hoping that not having a name would lessen the maternal bond, thus causing them less grief if the baby died. So there are many headstones from that era that only say "Infant Baby". But stop and listen even more closely now. It is not the babies crying at all, only the wind in the trees. This is because these babies really had a name all along. God gave them a name and called them as his. And he knows each and every one of them. No one needs to cry for these babies, because they have avoided much pain and are with the most loving Father there is. Now that the wind has died down, can you hear them laughing?
"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast andd have no compassion on the child she has born? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands..." Isaiah 49:15