by Ronne Rock | Dec 1, 2021 | Faith and Culture
Pain is a strange companion of ours, whether we like it or not. There’s pain in our very welcome to this world, we fall and scrape our knees as we learn to walk, baby teeth have to be pulled in order for permanent teeth to show up and do their work. Seeds must shatter...
by Emily Gibson | Apr 1, 2021 | Poetry
The call came in the middle of a busy night as we worked on a floppy baby with high fever, a croupy toddler whose breathing squeezed and squeaked, a pale adolescent transfusing due to leukemia bleeding. It was an anencephalic baby just born, unexpected, unwanted in a...
by Christine Malkemes | Apr 1, 2021 | Poetry
A man died today He reaped What he sowed A watching world sighs A grieving God cries His loved ones Wonder why Another man died today He reaped What he sowed A watching world Sighs His saving God Draws nigh His loved ones Know why A watching world Watches A loving God...
by Vina Mogg | Sep 1, 2020 | Memoir
…to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son—it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is. (C.S. Lewis) I experienced the impossible...
by Ronne Rock | Dec 1, 2018 | Memoir
I woke to the song of mourning doves. Their soundtrack seems a part of the landscape here in the Texas Hill Country, along with the buzz of locusts on hot summer afternoons and the chirp of tree frogs in the scrub that separates our home from a fairway often inhabited...
