Rhonda’s Blog

It’s a cold winter’s day. On the campus of Hillsdale College, the choir has gathered to practice in the gorgeous cathedral, Christ Chapel. He takes up his folder of music,

Yesterday while we were walking, I was picking the expansive brain of the venerable Mr. Schrock. I’d posed a question to him about men who marry women that have suffered

We’re sitting on the tarmac. Our departure time has come and then gone. “We have some VIP traffic right now,” the pilot says, “and all lanes are frozen.” Mr. Schrock

A quick word before I withdraw for the night. I was thinking today that I never, ever in a million years thought that I would be the mother of an

In some of my recent interactions with folks out and about in the world, I’ve been reminded again of something that troubles me greatly. And that is this–that women can

In a crowded mall food court, I take my seat. We’ve promised Chick-fil-A to our sons, and if we renege on this deal, we’ll have an insurrection on our hands.

Glancing to my left, I see him. A young Hispanic gentleman with bleached-blond hair’s approaching. We start with the weather. From there, he moves to his current accommodations, his broken-down

There is little morning light. Today, the sun is hidden from sight. A thick layer of fog has come in through night, obscuring the view. Step, step, step. In a

If there ever was a message my country is needing, it is this… As the mother of four boys, I am well acquainted with the need for prayer and the

I’ve just come from Mr. Schrock’s office. I’m heading over to the orchard, a captivating, local business with fresh fruits and vegetables and other specialty items that the owner has