I walk into a small hospital room, no larger than a closet
And there he is, lying motionless in a crib
His mother is watching over him all alone.
But that is all she can do, just watch
Our interpreter explains he’s 1 month old and he has pneumonia
I stare at the helpless small form, unable to imagine the fight he’s in at just one month old
Then i ask his name, the interpreter asks his mother, and then i’m told “he has no name yet.”
My heart is shattered, ransacked, undone
he is already helpless as a baby, he’s already fighting sickness
He has nothing but a soul and a mother, he doesnt even have a name
Unstoppable, my tears fall and voice shakes as all i can do is pray to the God that made him.
I prayed for his family, his health, that he would know Jesus Christ and follow Him all of his days.
I don’t understand his current struggle, I dont understand why he has no name, I don’t understand why this helpless baby boy has pneumonia.
But this I know and hold fast to, God made that precious babe, God is sovereign for this helpless babe. God loves this baby and Christ died for him, and God knows this baby’s name.
I cannot do miracles. All I have is a prayer, a broken heart, a hug for his mother, and the Word of God for her.
It seems like I failed since his situation remained the same, but I offered what I had, a prayer and a Bible, and the faith that God knows his name.
He is not forsaken.
I am reminded of these lyrics, that speak truth to this babe, “You know my name, You know my history, You know each tear that falls, and You hear me when I call. ”
How humbling and precious it is to be known by the Father. He knows the names of the un-named.
Amen y amen.
