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That They Might

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Ordaining of the Twelve Apostles - James Tissot That they might stand beside Him, dusty sandals and ragged clothes, coming to village and town, not as royalty, but as paupers. That they might walk the same road, when the day bakes the flesh the night chills, and when all is done, rest their weary bodies on stone. That they might sit at table breaking bread, in the company of each other, or gather in fields with thousands of His Father's children, sharing loaves and fish. That they might share what they've learned, wherever led, whether persecuted or embraced, among those who don't know. That they might heal broken spirits and bodies, what man cannot even touch with his eyes, his hands, or his heart. That they might be stronger than demons and not be corrupted by deceit, not led to acts of betrayal, or denial, not tempted by the sin of power, or the iniquity of pride. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.good...
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What is Your Name

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Just a parable of sorts... "Where are we going?" the boy asked. His question was directed to the young man, walking a stride ahead of him, who led the way along the winding path. The meandering trail wound through green meadows, full of wildflowers of various colors.  The floral ornamentation decorated both sides of the divide.  There was no other details, no scars of mankind. "This way," the young man replied, pointing in the direction they were heading, toward the horizon. "Where did we come from?" It was a question the boy had been pondering.  Just another question, but this one was formed by his mouth and spoken out loud.  Perhaps asking a question about the clover or the buttercups might have been suitable.  But some questions just need to be spilt out. The young man stopped, patiently contemplating the words uttered by the boy.  The young man was thin, not very muscular.  To the boy he appeared to be a gymnast, or  perhaps a marionette, all ...
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Meekness of Eternity

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Condemnation, the verdict of a judge with authority, acknowledged only upon the soil of this earth, not in the promised kingdom. A judgement cast on He who judges eternity. Pawn of this world, the power of political favor rests in your words. You are propped up by the strength of tainted ideals, unaware of the wounds on your soul. Before you is the one. Even the pompous Pharisees know this truth. They ignore what you've never known. They take advantage of your ignorance, to lay blame on you and your kind at their day of judgement. Condemnation, His day will offer mercy. He will forgive the most wretched, embrace the most vile. If only they leave the pride of today behind and seek the meekness of eternity. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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Come to the Table

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Come to the table, you whose hands are stained by sin, you whose heart is hardened by failure, you whose spirit is empty and void. Come, He beckons you to sit. Come to the table, you who are paupers you who have no pillow to rest their heads, you who have sold the flesh of your temple. Come, He beckons you to dine. Come to the table, all who label doubt their faith, all who are torn by denomination, all who would never ask for a morsel. Come, the table is set for you. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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Longing

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My heart longs to walk in a field among the glories of the eternal. I wish to hear the words spoken that I've read and heard before. The words absorbed by the poor in spirit. The words embraced by the merciful. My soul longs to sit in the company of those invited to a feast of bread and fish. A sign for those who seek miracles. A stirring of the heart for those who ache for God. A joyful dance for those who have been promised life. My heart longs for He who is mercy to extend His holy hand that I might take what is offered, deserving nothing of my own accord, given salvation only by His will. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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A Prayer, A Conversation

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Father, I speak humbly. I speak without the colors of pride. I push aside all that leads to sin, and for moment, while the world is held at bay, I endeavor to hear you. Father, I am weak. I speak from my knees with a seeker's heart. I struggle to focus when my soul is troubled and my thoughts become jumbled amid my distress. Father, my words are few, somedays. I know not what I am to offer. I have nothing worthy of a temple's flame nor do I have purity of heart and mind. Father, today my knees ache and my mind is weary. My petitions are rarely changed. I cherish the gifts you have bestowed on me and ponder the days to come. Father, have mercy on my floundering soul. I am a wretched vagabond an exile of your creation. Look on me with kindness when like the prodigal son I return. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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Like God

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Jan Brueghel de Oude and Peter Paul Rubens - The Garden of Eden and the Fall of Man You will be like God, an equal in understanding. The fruit is good, pleasing in color and texture. You will be like God, knowing all that is, knowing all that will be. Why do you think you were made to be less. You will be like God, no more than a bite, and all the creatures will treat you as they do their creator. You will be like God, overflowing with pride, for you have done the forbidden, tasted it's pleasure and cast yourself from the garden. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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Woman of Sorrows

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Woman of sorrows, mother of purity, who has seen nails and wood meant to tear down life, attempt to crush God's covenant, an unknowing folly, the murder of her son.  Sorrowful woman, standing in tearful witness to the scars inflicted by the pompous serpents of this world, upon the one she bore in her womb, the child awaited, and nurtured in infancy. Mother Mary, a sacred heart broken. In fulfilment of prophecies, you are His mother, and He who dies for the world's sin on a Roman cross, is your son. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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With His Mercy (Do Not Walk Alone)

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Do not walk alone, along the road, the road of heaviness, the road that drags you down, leaving deep scars. Do not walk alone, down crumbled byways where the sun bakes flesh, pieces of granite lie underfoot, and your cross cuts into your shoulder. Do not walk alone, a lost sheep afraid of wolves, the blemishes on your soul. Hear the call of mercy and follow the voice. Do not walk alone despite having strayed. There is a shepherd, one divine shepherd, who guides the way with His mercy. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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Forgive Us Our Debts

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Unforgiving Servant - Domenico Fetti A wicked servant, coming before the Lord on his knees, begging for a debt he can never pay to be wiped clean. A trespass the dearly beloved son has paid in full. A wicked servant, much like many of us, pleading for mercy from a wrath we deserve, fearing the justice of a penance we can never pay. A wicked servant, demanding the iniquity of his debtor be paid to the last ounce, when forgiveness has been bestowed upon him. The wickedness of mankind, even when his creator has been merciful. Forgive us, Lord, our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com
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