Many years ago, a survey was made of a town. At a certain door, the surveyor asked the woman who answered the door, if she had any children.
Suddenly, she began to say, "Well, there’s Willie, Horace, Orace, Grace, and Ethel." The surveyor interrupted and said, "Never mind names, I just want numbers." The mother replied, "They haven’t got numbers, every one of them has a name!" To this mother, her children weren’t known by a number, they were known by a name. So it was with Rizpah. Her two sons were more than just a number. They were important to her.