Scarlet Robe Creations

Shepherd, guiding a flock over rugged terrain, seeking the green valley where the sheep may lie down. Shepherd, leading by the sound of Your voice, to food abundant and water pure. Shepherd, who seeks the wandering stray, the soul vulnerable to the wolf. Shepherd, beckoning me to follow, to rely on Him, trusting Him to lead me through the narrow door of the sheepfold. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr  

We are the unimportant.   Those who live day to day, without much hope for tomorrow.   We listen to prophets, longing to hear of a life, any life, better than what we have. We are stepped on by Romans and puppet kings.   If the empire desecrating our land were not here, another would be. And we watch him.   The authorities seem curious.   Why does this one stand waist deep in the water and baptize?   Why does he call out to the crowds, demanding they repent, claiming he straightens a path for one greater? “Who are you?” One of the priests shouts for a second time. “I am not the Messiah,” the Baptist answers. A few amongst the repentant step out of the water, onto the shore.   Their hope for a kingdom renewed in David’s name momentarily crushed. “Are you Elijah then?” “I am not.” The Baptist pauses before stepping into water less deep.   His wet garments clung to his torso. “Neither am I a prophet, but I will tell you who I am.” He is on the shore no

Color my world in pastels brilliant. Change the darkness to light and the somber  to joy. Make me to see the wonder  of Your creation through torrents of rain. And to recall the warmth  of the sun's light when shadows prosper. Color my world with umbrellas  of various hues. A memory hi-lighted in my soul.  copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr

He will harvest the wheat into the barns, a kingdom earned by love. Love, nourishing the grain which has found good soil. ~ He will separate the weeds without harming the wheat and stoke the flames of the furnace, fires never quenched. ~ Weeds grown beside the wheat, influencing life, body and spirit, yielding nothing of value, or heavenly peace. ~ He will harvest the hearts open to Him and close the barn doors on those who chose to be ignorant of His name. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr

  Boats on the shore. Muscles,  tired and nets empty.   Taste of salty air odors of damp nets. Again to set sail after a night of wasted energy.   This gentle teacher who sees inside my heart, caresses my spirit and knows strength and fault.                  A miracle, the net which had not one fish  is filled, ready to burst and the teacher  just smiles  at me. copyright 1998 - Donald P James Jr

It is right for us to stand gazing into an empty tomb. The stone has been rolled away by earthquakes and angels. No longer are we subjected to those who dictate the law, grace will anoint our foreheads, the Spirit of God is among us. The oils and herbs have never been needed. He told us. Yet we were blinded by the world, and still He chose us to stand amazed before the empty tomb. It is right that we should sing praises of God's new covenant. He has sent His son, not Isaac or a prophet, but one begotten of His own being. God from God, light from light, this is truth and we have stood amazed at the open tomb. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr