Scarlet Robe Creations

There is one among you, one who places a price on the will of God. He has listened to the voices of demons. He has opened the palm of his hands for coin, and the emptiness of betrayal. He will dine with the one, the teacher who he will kiss in greeting. He will set himself at the table, to share the Passover meal, then slip into collusion with those who were greatly pleased by his sin. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

He sat back at the table after washing our feet.  Everything He did had purpose. "Do you understand what I have just done?" He asked. A few of us nodded as if we understood.  None of us really did.  He was always teaching us things about the way we should conduct ourselves as believers.  He was our teacher and our Lord.  I still felt a little strange about Him washing my soiled feet.  I shrugged my shoulders in response to His question.  I saw John turn toward Him with a questioning expression on His face.  If John did not understand, how could any of us. "You are right to call me your teacher and your Lord, because I am.  You have walked beside me for three years now.  I have shared much with you.  I have given you an example of how you should treat each other.  No servant is greater than his master.  No messenger is greater than the one whose message he delivers.  I have served you, as you will serve each othe...

Lord, I have tried not to deny You, but how often have I failed? Little tastes of sweetness which turn sour in my mouth. I hold the devils fruit in my hands and it burns my flesh. Have I taken You to places where Your love should never wander? Have I sent You off to tomorrow hoping to meet You there, because I was busy today. Have I chosen sins to ignore and scars to justify? Have I found passages of Your word to twist to my own? The wounds I suffer are not of Your infliction, they are of my own. Lord, denial is so close to being betrayal, brothers of a similar cause, but Peter offered repentance and Judas hung from a tree in Akeldama. Give me the humility of Your rock. Build upon me a foundation of faith, lest I become proud of my darkness like the one who was lost. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author