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?"
"It certainly was, dear. I guess it was good that we prayed for the Herods but I wonder if it will do any good. They're a hard bunch."
"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."
Suddenly she put her hand to her mouth in gesture of remembrance. "But you know who we forgot to pray for?"
"--and this fits with your old name--The family of that poor man you killed. By the way, when are we going to visit them?"
"You're right, Deborah dear. I guess I sort of put them out of my mind. But we should visit them, and we should pray before we go."
The children had been silently listening to this conversation, but now their ears perked up. "Yes, when can we go, Daddy?" asked Caleb.
"Why, I don't think you children should come along. We'll have to get someone to watch them, won't we, Deborah?"
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?"
"The day they came over to where we were waiting for the meeting and told us you killed their father." volunteered Jason
"Oh, yes, I’d forgotten about that. Well, in that case, I guess you can go."
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