Rhonda’s Blog

This year, the adult track had featured something different, a “Wise Sage Series.” Instead of one evangelist, we’d had four. And the youth–oh, the youth, they were learning that “you

Dear friend, The word for today is be-ing. Just as Elmo and his friends on that one special street had their own “word on the street,” this one’s yours. Be-ing.

From my spot at the counter, I hear it. The clink and the thrum of this bustling place. Door whooshes, coffee spurts and a barista chirps cheerful at the register.

It was in a simple country church on simple hardwood pews that we received The Word of the Lord from stolid country pastors. That’s how I grew up. There, on

It was the old, gray-haired lady, frame marked by the passing of time, and hardship, who nailed it. In one succinct sentence, she summed it up. She, new believer, come

Dear one, From the distant reaches of time; long before you were conceived, begotten, my heart’s desire has been–you. In the counsels convened in eternal realms, our focus, our goal

Just like that. Spoons dipped into soup bowls and hungry hands reached for dinner rolls as Little shared his big news. “She told us today.” “How exciting!” I enthused. “Your

So shall I. Today, I begin a series I’m calling “Letters from a Friend.” It may be a series of 2 or 100. I can’t guess, don’t know and can’t

Like a trickle, it begins. A droplet here, a rivulet there, and then the dam, it breaks. A milling, roiling flood of youth spill lively down cement steps. In the

Bump-bump-bumping over rough, icy roads, I turn in. “Grande macchiato,” I say to Barista, “stirred, with a shot of the whip.” I never come to Starbucks on Tuesdays close to