Scarlet Robe Creations

15th century depiction of Jesus crucified between the two thieves Scatter your enemies, gathered before you. They have risen up against you, lashed out against your chosen ones. May you exhale upon them, blow them like dust into the abyss. Form the wicked as wax in a burning flame that they might perish before you. At this judgement may the righteous stand joyfully. Their God has done a great thing for them. But what is this we hear? A voice will speak out from garments of humility. A new covenant with creation. He will not be a soldier, nor a king we recognize. He will speak of love, even for those who hate him. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

You sit with your hands between your knees.  In another time you would have been stoned.  Instead, in this time, they simply stare.  Judgement screams out in their silence.  You don't belong here.  You don't belong among their kind.  They are the ones who have listened and heard.  They are the ones who will be harvested as the wheat. You are a weed. There is singing from the loft behind you.  As a child you would have shifted in your pew, turned and watched the singers.  Your mother would have sternly told you to turn around.  Now, you face the front of the church, if only to avoid the faces of those who knew you when you were trying to run away from God. How foolish.  How do you run away from someone who knows everything about you.  He has watched you enter the vile realms of this world and He has watched you stumble out.  He knows you have failed at love and succeeded at lust.  He knows you have sold priceless parts...

If the Children should speak, what would they say, to Pontius Pilate, Judas, Caiaphas and Annas? Would they understand that the greatest good ever given to mankind comes through an act of violence? Would they understand that God saw these betrayals, denials, this political warfare before the judgement was cast? Would it scar their innocence to see the blood of their Good Shepherd spilled out from a broken vessel? If the children should speak, would they stand alone in the riotous crowd, listening to sonnets of fear, or would they shout refrains of love into the face of mockery? copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Do you know where you stand, goats or sheep? Do you know the shepherd, have you submitted to His guidance? Are you certain you will stand to the right and not the left? Will you know you have served, fully aware of your deeds, or will you have loved from a heart born of compassion? Have you stayed unstained when He needed your hands in the soil? Do not say, "Lord, I never saw you hungry," when He is in our midst everyday. Do not say, "Lord, when were you a prisoner," when our old wait for Him in loneliness. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Throw another stone at flesh judged, vile, as the wounded cries for mercy. We condemn those whose sin is unlike our own, picking up the largest stones for the ungodly and immoral. If you are without defilement cast a rock. Throw it at your target with all your  God given strength. But woe to you who hurl into the air, judgement, you had better live  in perfection. For you have asked Him, from your knees, to judge you as you have judged others. Copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author