Scarlet Robe Creations

Five loaves, and the voice of Andrew adds, two fish. What can be done with so little when there are so many? I as a man, believer or doubter. I as a follower, saint or sinner. What can I do to feed the multitudes begging to be fed? A little boy with a basket of hope, the twelve entrusted with the Word and the five hundred offered a miracle made capable by the hands of the one who says, "Feed them". copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author From the Collection;  From Capernaum to Emmaus

"Do not tell anyone about the vision which has been shown to you until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead." We all stopped short along the trail leading down the side of the mountain.  Rocks and sand, words that hung heavy in the air.  What did He mean by this? We were coming to understand the terms He would use to describe Himself, Son of Man, Son of God.  We all had come to believe He was the promised messiah.  Even those waiting for us in the field understood that. What did raising from the dead mean? We kept away from the subject of death as we continued down to where the rest of our group waited.  He had mentioned this before, death and His raising.  We always chose not to venture too deep in the subject.  Instead we asked Him about the vision, about Moses and Elijah, about the suggestion to erect a tent, a place of worship, to honor the sight. "Why do the teachers of the law say that Elijah must come first?" One of us asked....

Titian - Transfiguration I thought it was a dream, for we had all abandoned You to sleep                 while You prayed. We were tired from the climb and not yet filled                 with the Spirit. There were two others with You, fathers of our faith, who had not climbed the mountain                 by our side. Lord, You were radiant and Moses and Elijah had come from heaven                 to stand in Your presence. Let us make shrines on the mountain to honor all of you. The next moment fear stole our wonder. The sky darkened with thick clouds, as if a storm would come and blow us away. So many times I have been afraid, ...