Stories
written by Ronne Rock
At CasaRock, communion is more than Sunday mornings and the liturgy we love at Church of the Cross. On Sunday nights, we gather, we yield, we receive at the...
Every time we see each other, Sister Edith and I laugh. Our lives may look strikingly different, but we are alike in so many ways. We are independent and...
I hear the tap on the door. “Hey there, you ready?”
“Just a second,” I mumble, under a mass of blue and white floral. “I’m trapped in my dress.”
He smiles...
Three ingredients.
A clapboard church. A cookie recipe. And a woman who is "eighty-three and four-fifths."
You might think this #kitchentherapy story is a bit too simple. I encourage...
“We love words, right GiGi?” I smile, and say, “Yes, Sawyer. We are words people.” I pray he always loves words. I pray he understands their power to work...
Eight years ago, I received news that I was not going to Honduras because of a political crisis in that country. I was heartbroken, angry, ready for God to...
I know I’ve written this a hundred times, but we are built for belonging and we are crafted for community. It’s made evident every time we receive the perfect...
It has been a week of “oh hey fear, fancy meeting you here" moments. Have you ever had them? I wasn’t counting on being tapped on the shoulder by...
Can I tell you a secret? A while back, I got a lot of attention. Because of a Facebook group I was in, folks visited my blog, they liked...
I remembered back to a sermon I had preached on a misfit Sunday morning at an apartment complex where some of the most genuine and fragile folks I know...
"No one who walked through our door that night knew much about me or my life. To them, I was the woman married to the tall man with the...
If you know me, you know I love to make desserts but I don’t necessarily love to eat them. But every now and then, I discover something I can’t...
