Rhonda’s Blog

Dear God, I come to you in the name of Your son, Jesus, on behalf of my country. You have never turned me away. You have never failed to hear

It’s a Saturday morning. We are still in our pajamas, as is our wont, starting the day real slow. I glance over at The Cub, a cozy cat in his

South Bend, IN — In our ongoing series on the corona virus, a local mother reports that in three weeks of quarantining, she and her husband have become “full-fledged KOOKS. We’ve been

“Essential. Nonessential.” We’re hearing it a lot these days in reference to workers and businesses. Odd times we are in, for sure. Recently, someone shared with me her struggle with

Over the weekend, friends of ours received word that their daughter had been in a bad accident. She was flown to a hospital…where her parents could not go. That quarantine?

In this one photo, I am looking at our current reality. This darling, little mother is in a nursing home just up the road from here. Her daughter took the

As some of you know, our son (he with the Jesus Hair) is in the Philippines. Recently, he penned these thoughts as in light of the viral outbreak encroaching even there.

Meanwhile, as a viral outbreak threatens, there is still great work to be done… He’s sitting beside me, this interesting fellow. Sporting a ponytail and diamond studs, he’s wearing tattoos.

My dear fellow Americans, A pastor of ours used to tell us that we can loan and borrow courage. I’m stepping up today to loan you some of mine. In

Dear Mayor Bloomberg, I grew up on the Kansas plains. On the sun-baked, windswept prairie, my grandfather and many others like him eked out their living… As farmers. The heat