WordPress brought up an interesting prompt the other day: if you had to change your name, what would it be? Well, I for one would rather not change my name, and if faced with no choice, I have no clue what I’d pick.
I am used to being a Ben. I share my name with my dearly-departed, much-loved grandfather. There’s nothing else out there I want for my name. Ben, Benny, Benjamin, that’s me. I’m not trading that in or giving that up.
Hmmm… Barabbas… strange, but accurate. Only God knows what will be written on that White Stone one day. But I think I’ll stick with Barabbas also.