Stories
written by Ronne Rock
I sit in the airport terminal, watching the parade of people pass. I could stay here for hours, listening to the boarding calls and global languages. Certain things transcend...
“Is it possible to major in love? Because that’s what I really want – I don’t know exactly what I want to do with my life, but I just...
What I love the most about my friend Becky is that she loves the life around the recipes she shares. (You first met her when she made this wonderful...
(prayer from The Praying Tree by Michael Leunig) I didn’t mean to wake up before dawn. But then again, I don’t ever really mean to wake up too early...
I know Jesus favored wine for special occasions, but I can just picture Him, resting comfortably in a big old leather armchair in an Irish pub, engaged in a...
There are threads of common union woven in the stories of the heroes I’ve met in my lifetime. Now, to be clear, my heroes are very rarely those with...
I awoke today to the sound of chimes. They were on my smartphone, telling me of the things that need to be done. Now. By hour. It’s the weekend,...
Last year was a first for me. A nudge to select a word and allow it to be written into my calendar days with India Ink intensity. The word...
“We must be careful with our lives, for Christ’s sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and...
In the dark night’s stillness Love came down God robed Himself in humanity And the world held its breath awaiting the cry of an infant son. Hands raised...
Well, here you are, December. Advent begins. The expectant waiting. The anticipation. The something more. You are a reminder to me that there is true beauty waiting to bloom...
(enters little confessional known as this blog post) OK, I think I may have a bit of a problem. I’ve been swept away. I’m in lust. I’ll admit it....