Scarlet Robe Creations

It's at hand, Daniel's prophecy, the tiny stone fashioned, not by the touch of man. Not any man, not a king, not a priest, a rock that breaks the feet of an empire, crumbles it to dust and leaves a mountain  in its place. It's at hand, a kingdom of holiness, sovereignties and dominions cannot withstand its truth, knowing what is to come when the harvest is ready. But still it comes, a kingdom endless, the kingdom of the mustard seed, the kingdom of those who sow and those who reap the Good News. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

  James Tissot - Jesus in Near the Afflicted He wraps His arms around those without, the sick, the impoverished, the empty. He comes in our loneliness, when sadness conquers and leaves tears on each page of life. He comes to the afflicted, homeless and barren. He comes to those who can't rise on their way to the pool of cleansing. He mixes His saliva with mud, and the blind see, the deaf hear. He comes when the night is darkest, when the edge is closest, when the world spews hatred and we are judged guilty by those who breed nothing but their own deviance.  copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

The Lord looks down from heaven on humankind to see if there are any who are wise, who seek after God. Psalm 14:2 When you look down what do You see? Do You see tribes, nations, divided by their arrogance? Do You see arrows followed by tanks, declaring war on the weak, the impoverished, the holy? When You look down what do You see? Do You see mockery, from churches, from those claiming You as theirs? Do You see a celebration of sin, a dance of the deviant, those opposed to truth, sent to deceive? When You look down what do You see? Do You see the iniquities of all, the immorality, replacing Your gaze with perversion? Do You see the idolatry of this world's comfort at the cost of eternity, and Your love? copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Girl in a field - Knaus Ludwig Was I a child once who saw you with more clarity, trusting, knowing what I know now? Was I a child once who knew you in the prayers of my heart, kneeling, speaking to my good shepherd? Was I a child once who saw miracles in daily life, knowing, experiencing your guiding hand? Was I a child once who saw the world with an innocence, fearless, protected by your response to my prayer copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Call me no longer Naomi, call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt bitterly with me. Ruth 1:20 James Tissot - Ruth Gleaning I am made bitter by the curse of the Almighty. I was full when I left, but now, He has lead me back, empty. No longer to be called Naomi. The Lord has dealt harshly, to open my eyes, to see what is left beside me. But for this moment I see nothing more than the bottom of this pit. I am made bitter by the hands of the Almighty. He has taken all that has filled my cup, but this daughter-in-law who sees with clarity says, "Where you go, so will I." copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

El Greco - Pentecost Tongues of flame, the Spirit, promised, chases away the darkness of fear. The advocate has made strong, those who were weakened by the loss of hope. Tongues of flame, the apostles, the believers, have spoken praises foreign. Those who speak the name have the gift to lay hands on the lame. Tongues of flame, upon a world of doubt, a world without faith. Spirit descend now to the brows of those who seek, those who need the flame. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

It's way overdue, a letter from Paul, to us. What would he say, words we might ignore, phrases we might twist to show pride for our sins? Would he say we have little faith, little knowledge of salvation? Would he say that everyday we crucify our Lord over and over, with our words, our thoughts and our actions? Would he say that despite all our religion we know not the Christ? Or would he write that at the narrow gate stand few who truly desire to enter. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

He had a coffee in front of him.  He took a sip.  Cream no sugar.  The waitress smiled.  She knew his preference like a well-read book. "I saw you at church, again, last Sunday," he said, before adding, "And I'll have the usual." "Instead of three eggs over easy, I could have the cook make you a western with the leftover meatloaf.  It's only a buck more, and I know you like the meatloaf." "Sounds good" he replied. "With home fries and a couple biscuits." She gave him a broad smile before turning toward the kitchen and calling the order in to the rounded bald guy at the grill.  Sizzling bacon and the aroma of coffee filled the senses.  The bacon was for a customer back in one of the booths, to accompany a trio of fried eggs. The waitress turned back with a fresh pot of coffee and topped off his mug. "Does four weeks in a row make me some sort of a holy roller?" she asked. "You could have come and sat with me.  You ...

Forty-three years, so much has changed. Yet all that is important stays the same. There are promises and tears, children, and a generation to follow. There are times to ponder from where we have come and moments to consider what lies ahead. Forty-three years, a grain of sand on a beach. We have walked hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul in the gaze of the one who brought us here. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.