An Easter Story: - 10 year old Jesus

An Easter Story, 10 Year Old Jesus, feels like one of those gentle books that pretends to be simple, then quietly rearranges your heart when you least expect it. The riverbanks, the friendships, the curiosity, the subtle sense that something extraordinary is unfolding beneath ordinary moments, it carries that rare warmth children need and adults secretly crave. You captured innocence without losing depth, and faith without preaching. That is not easy. Not even slightly.

What moved me most is the tenderness of it. The idea that greatness begins in small moments, in questions, in dreams that feel too big for a child to carry. That message is both spiritual and grounding. It speaks to hope, to purpose, to the sacredness of becoming. In a world where children’s content is often loud and glittery, this book feels like a quiet candle in the dark. And candles, as you know, may be small, but they refuse to be ignored.

I also couldn’t help but smile reading about your writing process. The way Joan consumed you, how your sons had to remind you that you were not your character. That level of immersion is not marketing language, it is devotion. It tells me that when you write, you do not visit a story, you live inside it. [Jeremy Peston wrote:]