Scarlet Robe Creations

Jesus with the Children - Von Vogelstein Teach your children, teach your grandchildren, by example, and by your words, teach them what needs to be known. The way, the truth and the life, the lesson most needed in a world longing for its demise. Teach a friend, teach a stranger, share that they might know, the words spoken to your heart. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

No taste. Not even that of bitterness. Your salt is no better than dirt. You  have lost your flavor, lost the essence of your offering. No Light. Not even a dull glimmer. You have hidden away your light. You have placed it where it cannot be seen. Your food will remain unseasoned, your lampstand will remain empty, unless your light shines before others and gives glory to God. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

He called them, and immediately they left their boat and their father and followed Him. Matthew 4:22 The stranger stood at the water's edge, having just called out over the sea to Simon and Andrew.  An offer for a life different, the brothers stopped casting their nets.  At Simon's order, they came to shore, as beckoned. James and John watched.  The sons of Zebedee were with their boat helping their father mend nets that had been torn.   "Who do you suppose that is?" James said to his younger brother. "I do not know," John replied. "Andrew has been talking about some preacher he met down by the river." "The Baptist?" James asked, having heard Andrew speak of the wild man by the Jordan, who ranted about repentance. "No," John responded. "Not him.  Andrew said their was another.  Maybe not a preacher, but a prophet." "Been a long time since the last one," Zebedee added, overhearing his sons discussion. "Ti...

Robert Payton Reid - Jesus Teaches His Disciples Up the mountain, separate from the crowd. The children had been gathering, to see, touch, and hear, but the chosen twelve needed instruction. Blessed are they... A new set of commandments, meant for the heart. They will see the kingdom, be comforted, inherit the land, and be shown mercy. In the distance the crowds still gather. Drawn by miracles, and rumors of such. But He was here for these words, the words of his Father. Words shared by He who spoke them into creation. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

A veil of purification, covering the scars of a suicidal world. "White as snow," Isaiah's voice, speaking amongst the gathering clouds. A veil of purification if you are in its path. Leaving a moment of purity in its wake, a morning without blemish. A veil of purification, covering our nature. In the instant we are called back, embraced, only to clear away a covenant and reveal the stains beneath. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

"Gramps, do you know where in the Bible it talks about putting on the armor of God?" I was fixing a cup of coffee when the question was asked.  My nine year old grandson had hung up his bookbag, left papers for his mom on the counter, and jumped right into the issue of the moment. "I think it's in Ephesians, chapter ten,” he continues. “I looked and I couldn't find it.  I Looked in Thessalonians, both of them.  Neither of them have ten chapters." I pulled out my phone.  The instant encyclopedia that fits neatly in our pockets.  To be honest, I was thinking Timothy, but my mind had jumped to fighting the good fight, not the armor. "We talked about it in CCD," he adds. "I was thinking I might be able to write a poem." "Ephesians, chapter six, verses ten to eighteen," I say, looking at my phone and knowing I'm not as wise as he thinks. He runs into the dining room.  That's his way, always moving quickly, sometimes with reck...

Turn from the darkness, the shadows of sin, the void that leaves you empty. Turn from sightless wandering, from deserts of iniquity, from barren wastelands. Turn to the dawn, the morning wakes, and the night is defeated. Turn toward a day, new, where light is victorious, and love is realized. Awake the dawn with the prayer of a new day. Awake the dawn with the hope of salvation. Awake the dawn seeking He whose tomb is empty. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

The Pharisees and the Saduccees Come to Tempt Jesus - James Tissot He has not come to call the righteous. He has come for sinners, the lost sheep. The righteous are proud, absorbed in their pious traditions. They place weight, they would never bear, on the backs of the weak. He has not come to call the pompous. He has come for the humble, those who are poor in spirit. The pompous celebrate their own glory. They seek the idolization of men. They are external, and internally void. They demand unblemished sacrifice, but offer no mercy. They seek cleanliness of body, but not soul. They seek gods of gold and silver, not the one who says, "I am." copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

The Word, which spoke into the darkness of the void, and over the water. The life, inspiring authors, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Paul, to put to papyrus, what the true author has spoken. The Word, stretched out on a wooden beam, asking forgiveness for those who drove the nails. The life, of one who walked on water, fed five thousand, and asked his children to surrender their beings to the words He spoke. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com