My Father Jesus

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>What if...?</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>He was a carpenter. A teacher. A father.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>The world called him Messiah. I just called him Abba.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>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.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)><em>My Father Jesus</em></strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> 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.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>This story isn't here to preach. It's here to remind.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Of what's real.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Of what's simple.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Of what we've forgotten.</span></p><p></p>