Scarlet Robe Creations

Shepherd me, Jesus. You are the shepherd of goodness. You seek out the sinner, trapped among the briars, and have mercy. You seek the soul that wanders. Your staff points the way to fresh water  and abundant grass. You carry the lost on your shoulders when we struggle to find footing. Shepherd me, my savior. Show me the path that leads to you. Show me the gate, the narrow one, you desire me to pass through. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

This is a Parable The young girl climbed the steps of the ancient church.  Desperation ate at her soul like a plague, gnawing deeper into her being with each cold stone step she climbed.  She pulled one of the heavy oaken doors open and slipped inside, breathing in a musty odor, reminding her of childhood and innocence past.  Suddenly she was self-conscious of her choice of garments.  Her jeans were faded and torn at both knees.  Her light colored tee-shirt wore the tarnish of unclean fabric. She slowly stepped through a second set of doors and blessed herself at a font of Holy Water.  The cavernous building seemed to breathe a welcoming sigh.  Her intention was to light a candle at the front of the church.  She would pray for guidance, pray for a way home. With reservations she began to walk down the center aisle.  The crucifix over the altar depicted Jesus in His moment of anguish.  She looked up at the arched ceiling and studied...