The next day, the newly re-named disciple and his wife were talking:
"That was really a nice meeting last night, wasn't it, Barabbas, dear?"
He didn't answer.
"Barabbas, what's the matter? I asked you a question."
He laughed. "But remember, Barabbas is no more. I’m Barnabas now."
"Oh, yes, but you said I could call you Barabbas at home."
"Yes, I did, didn't I? But be careful when we are in public, Deborah dear."
"Anyway, it was really nice to meet with Manaheem and his wife and pray together, wasn't it?"
"Now, Barabbas, you know that everything is possible with faith."
“I know Deborah dear, but I guess the LORD just hasn't given me faith for them to be saved."
Now, little Ruth spoke up. "But Daddy, we already told the children about Jesus."
"Yes," offered Caleb. "And we told them that he became alive again."
"When? When did you talk to them?"
"Oh, yes, I’d forgotten about that. Well, in that case, I guess you can go."
"So, let's pray about it, shall we?" insisted Deborah.
"Praise God, I felt a sense of His presence as we prayed."
"So did I, Barabbas, so did I."
On the way, Deborah asked: "Can I call you Barabbas at that house?"
"What are you doing here?" asked Jake.
"We came to give our sympathy to you and your mother," answered Barabbas.
"Well we don't want your sympathy," said Joseph, the oldest. "Get out of here!"
"But," offered Caleb, "My Daddy told you he's sorry for what he did."
"Yes,” chimed in Ruth, "an' we told you 'bout Jesus, 'member."
"We remember,” answered Jake."
Joseph scowled and added: "But that don't erase what was done."
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