Scarlet Robe Creations

Christ Carrying the Cross - El Greco Is your cross heavy, does it strain your muscles to their limit? Does your cross come with a cane, or a chair with wheels? Is your cross an ailment of the body, or a crisis of the soul? Is your cross big, or are there many little ones? Is your cross an addiction, one which must be battled daily? Is your cross sadness or loss, or maybe depression? Is your cross an emptiness, a hollow void, seeking to be filled? Good shepherd, you have beckoned us to come to you, to step out of the shadows of life. Help us to carry the slivers of our struggles, knowing you are beside us always, carrying the world's salvation. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

James Tissot - The Caravan of Abraham A nomadic people,  wandering desert and plain, forbidden from the garden. The descendants of one man, kin of one who submitted and ate the fruit of knowledge. A nomadic people, knowing good from evil and pleasure from sadness. One man given a promise that the stars will be his, when generations have grown weary. A nomadic people, fathers of those to come, those who will wander as they do. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Right with God, are we, when it matters most? The penitent thief asked for mercy in his final hour, humbly without pride. Will the opportunity be offered to us? Right with God. We know when we're not. We know when we've turned away, choosing to hear the world's obtrusive noise. Let Jesus in, past all the barriers not wearing his name. Let His light shine through, prejudices of more than race, with His mercy, unfathomable. Right with God, in His merciful gaze, dancing like children, forgiven. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

What is there about his words? Is it simply the phrases spoken, or is it perhaps, the voice as well. He speaks as if these words are his, as if he is the one who wrote them on the scroll.                       ~ Do demons recognize holy words, when spoken by a sacred voice? The authority of the eternal one is present. Listen and you will hear. In his speaking everything has been fulfilled. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

She watched the snow coming down from the window before her.   The blanket over her lap kept her legs warm.   With both hands she gripped the wheels of her chair and spun away from the wintery scene on the lawn. With a skill gained in the past two years she quickly rolled across the room and into the hall.   She heard her mother’s voice in the dining room, talking with the new pastor at her church.   She listened, confined to her chair, for her mother to indulge the reverend with her daughter’s pitiful plight. She lifted the blanket and looked at her lap.   Her legs had lost much of their muscle tone.   Even through the heavy fabric of her jeans it was noticeable. “My daughter, Karen, skied competitively in college.” She heard her mother say.   Always centered on the glory years.   Now, two years later, she was a paraplegic. “She was amazing on the slopes.” Her mother continued bragging in the dining room. “Her coaches said she should cons...

Silent years, from Malachi's final word to Matthew's first. Centuries of voiceless prophets, abandoned by covenants. Silent years with God's breath barely moving leaves. Alone with shadows, untouched by light. Silent years, has the word of flesh lost its meaning? Has the promise in the garden been forsaked? Silent years, disbelief takes root, the righteous condemn. Have these years really been silent, or have we stopped listening? copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Your dwelling place, where the soul yearns to be, where the soul longs to find its home. Your place of refuge, where silence embraces my prayer, where my praise is never put to rest. Your place of comfort, where the sparrow finds her home and the swallow makes her nest. Your dwelling place, the abode your children seek, the kingdom promised by your son. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Blessed are we who drop our nets into the barren sea. Blessed are we who sit in a field listening to a sermon about love. Blessed are we who dine on barley loaves and fish. Blessed are we who are cured of our scars and sores. Blessed are we who have had our iniquities forgiven. Blessed are we who have seen a blind man wash mud from his eyes. Blessed are  we who cling to the edge of your frayed robe. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Moses Breaks the Tablets of the Law - Dore's English Bible Broken tablets, shattered upon the ground, chiseled stone, touched by the finger of 'I Am'. They dance, singing songs for an idol, a metal bull, the likeness of an animal, the spirit of Baal. O my people, you've been freed from Pharaoh's bonds, fed in the desert, and offered a covenant. But you dance for what is shaped by your hands, when the LORD has molded you from the palm of His own. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com