Scarlet Robe Creations

The new covenant that I will make with the people of Israel will be this: I will put my law within them and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people.  None of them will have to teach a neighbor to know the Lord , because all will know me, from the least to the greatest. I will forgive their sins and I will no longer remember their wrongs. I, the Lord , have spoken. Jeremiah 31:33-34 A covenant of the heart, not the law. A peace written on the fabric of life carved into the marrow of my soul. My heart has become flesh, to embrace the word spoken by our God. Know me Lord when I am lowly or lifted high, as my soul longs to know you. A covenant, word made flesh, stone hearts softened. There is no battle to be waged, only peace. There are no swords, only plowshares. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

Come Lord, as the infant you were in Bethlehem, as the teacher you were in Galilee. Speak to the veils before my heart, to the dirt on my soul.  ~ Come Lord, as the friend at table, in Bethany or the Upper Room. Speak to my hatred and fears that I might understand Your love. ~ Come Lord, risen after long days of darkness. Step out from the tomb of my sin. Speak to me with the voice of my shepherd. ~ Come Lord, into a world that sleeps, a world unprepared, a world unbelieving.  ~ Come Lord, to the meek, to the impoverished, to the lonely.  ~ Come Lord, into a feeding troth, with filthy rags and straw. Come into my heart, at times as cold and desolate as the manger and claim me as Yours. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Happy are those whose sins are forgiven,      whose wrongs are pardoned. Psalm 32:1    Happiness, for sins forgiven, a pardon from my Lord. I shout with praise. He does not accuse me of that which I have confessed. When I lived in my shame I was separate from my soul. Drained of my tears and strength my joy was nothing more than embers fading in the shadows. Then I knelt before God. I confessed the darkness He refused to see. For it is my soul laboring in sin not the sight of the Lord. Happiness, for my sins are forgiven. I will follow Him where paths are straight, fields are plowed and the harvest is rich. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr  

Adoration of the Shepherds by Philippe de Champaigne To us there is hope. The old is made new. One who has been longed for has come to this earth. He is weakness, when we were looking for strength. He is not a warrior or a great politician. In our hearts we cry out for vindication. He brings us grace to find peace in our trials. To us is born a tiny babe without wealth or status. He is the promise of voices past. The king our hearts have sought. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

Proclaim a message, prophets hear and are frightened when they should be comforted. Speak the thoughts of God as they are spoken, without concern for the politics of the time. He spoke when Babylon was marching. He spoke as Greece and Rome stepped on sacred soil. He spoke as His son stood in the Jordan, as he died on Golgotha and as He rose that Sunday morning. He speaks today, as we defy His word, ridicule those who preach it and sing praises to His enemy. He speaks today, while there is still a moment to hear the message proclaimed. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

On one of the days while Jesus was teaching, some proud religious law-keepers and teachers of the Law were sitting by Him. They had come from every town in the countries of Galilee and Judea and from Jerusalem. The power of the Lord was there to heal them.  Some men took a man who was not able to move his body to Jesus. He was carried on a bed. They looked for a way to take the man into the house where Jesus was.  But they could not find a way to take him in because of so many people. They made a hole in the roof over where Jesus stood. Then they let the bed with the sick man on it down before Jesus.  When Jesus saw their faith, He said to the man, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.” Luke 5:17-20  A hole began to form overhead, in the roof.  We heard footsteps scampering overhead.  The Teacher paused, no longer speaking as pieces of the ceiling fell to the floor at our feet.  Even the keepers of the law, who had no sincere interes...

A voice cries out: In the desert prepare the way of the Lord! Make straight in the wasteland a pathway for our God!  Isaiah 40:3 The wilderness, where the wandering stumble over trails untended. Prepare the pathway, purify your hearts. Remove the stones you hide behind. Fill the valleys and make each mountain low. Where there is rough terrain leave smooth roads, for God has made a promise and men have waited. The wilderness, where a prophet cries out to those with ears to hear, to those with eyes to see, to those with hearts to love. Repentance is the call to all people. Prepare, what now is petrified stone. Prepare the calloused soul. Prepare a heart which will be made flesh. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

The perfect add for my most recent book; "An Advent Journey" https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0769H9LJH This is the best promotion I could receive. The book was sitting on the coffee table, where his mom left it after reading a couple poems, C.J. decided to check it out. He's probably wondering where the pictures are.  

And so we wait with great anticipation. God from God, Light from Light. We wait to hear a crying child in a stable, a mother singing sweet melodies to her infant. We wait to see shepherds kneel before the glories in the sky and wise men bow in homage. And then we wait again, to see the stone rolled from the entrance of an empty tomb, to hear Mary's wonderful news brought to the apostles. We long to feel the joy spreading through the upper room when their Lord, Master and Friend stands before them, Alive. Yet we who are witnesses today, need not wait. The child, given by the Father, is here to be in your hearts everyday. He has grown to become a man. He died for every blemish on every soul and He longs to stand beside you in every room and every place. How fortunate are we! copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr