He was a carpenter. A teacher. A father. The world called him Messiah. I just called him Abba. My name is Daniel. I am the son of Jesus.
You've heard the stories. The miracles, the sermons, the crucifixion. But you haven't heard mine.
This isn't a gospel. There are no politics, no prophecies, no angels. Just one boy growing up in a quiet home... trying to make sense of a father the world worshipped but never truly knew.
My Father, Jesus is a story told in the style of "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran, through the eyes of the one person who called him "Father." Now thirty-three himself, Daniel reflects on the lessons that shaped his life-lessons in patience, in truth, in forgiveness and grounding. Lessons told through parables, through silence, and through watching the way his father moved through the world.
This story isn't here to preach. It's here to remind.
Of what's real. Of what's simple. Of what we've forgotten.
