Author: Rhonda Schrock

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Aug 28, 2019

Why exposure can be a mercy and usher in revival

As you know if you’ve visited me here before, I come from a very conservative Mennonite background. I grew up on the Plains. My great-grandfather arrived on the prairie as

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Aug 09, 2019

The saddest word in any language

Two things today. I think perhaps the saddest word in any language is “almost.” It occurred to me as I was reading the story of Paul’s trial before the king,

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Jul 31, 2019

Why I choose to “forgive and remember” instead of “forgive and forget”

After decades of silence, it has come. Like a tsunami, revelations of longstanding sexual abuse within the Amish and Mennonite circles have finally “made land,” and the ground, it seems,

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Jul 26, 2019

Why I won’t insulate my sons (or myself) from “the world”

I grew up in a conservative, Mennonite tradition. Acapella hymns on hard, wooden benches. Church, three times a week. A fortnight of Bible School in the summer (a true delight),

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Jul 22, 2019

A white Christian girl goes to the beach

It’s a searing July day. We’ve fled to the beach to escape the heat, and at water’s edge, there he is. A man is lying in the froth and surf.What?

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Jun 24, 2019

Of kingdoms, and walls, and detractors

In my culture of origin, a storm is raging. Decades of silence have been broken with a thunderous roar. What was once hidden in the dark is coming to light.

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Jun 20, 2019

Why being a basket case isn’t just good, it’s essential

It comes to me now as the clouds above leak their tears. We’re waterlogged…again. The only thing we’re missing is Noah, his ark, and a pair of monkeys. Wait. Never

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May 08, 2019

Feeling like a failure doesn’t mean that you are

In the row before me, a father, a mother, and three brown-haired girls. There’s a holy hush as the pastor gives the final prayer. Other heads are bowed, eyes are

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Apr 26, 2019

When clay pots complain

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger When we complain about our bodies, it’s the clay, whining to the Potter. At some point in my motherhood, all four of my sons have come home clutching precious,

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Apr 10, 2019

For a pro-life marriage, three things

It is only after careful deliberation that I have decided to offer these thoughts. I know that I am speaking plainly today, that it will generate some discomfort, and that

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