Stories
written by Ronne Rock
It wasn’t my first time to step into the haphazard community of folks who might be missed by most who visit the beautiful city. It was easy to think...
The cathedral was born in Nevrincea, Romania, in 1909. She flourished until Communism marched into her village and killed liberty. She wanted to be reborn when the revolution lit...
For Ragamuffins, God’s name is Mercy. We see our darkness as a prized possession because it drives us into the heart of God. Without mercy our darkness would plunge...
Salut și Dumnezeu să vă binecuvânteze! Right now, I’m in Romania working with Red Page Ministries and FBC Levelland. We’re serving in some beautiful villages in the western part...
I lie here in the quiet, the fragrance of the outcasts still lingering on my skin. Dust and city and cigarettes mingled with warm vanilla and freesia, shared by...
The darkness has always felt near. But it had never felt so close, so palpable. And that morning, we longed for weaponry and super-hero powers to scale walls and...
I’ve confessed a lot on this blog – about the infidelity of my faith, rising above abuse, being a stumbling fool for others. So this confession should be an...
I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day to enjoy it as if it was the full final day of...
“alright, flowers. here’s your part, and trust me, it is a glorious part. you will adorn the heads of royals. you will grace tables of the mighty. and the...
It’s Father’s Day. For the longest time now, I’ve chosen not to look at it in the rearview mirror. It’s become a day of celebration for the three men...
“We’ve walked a lot of earth together.” The table has seen so many family dinners over the years. We’ve celebrated birthdays and anniversaries and pregnancies and new jobs there....
You are such a quiet one, a hard working one. The story of your arrival at this place is kept tucked away, but there have been hints – hints...