Author: Rod Marshall

Somehow, through the passing of time, the PCCWeb Daily readership has become a part of my extended family. Some have written unbidden to ask whether I am okay. When am I going to write some more devotionals? My problem has … Read more

I often work late here at the university. On one recent occasion, I had just been for a break, when I found a student failing in his attempt to access the rear doors to the computer suite. He, like many … Read more

My wife, Caroline, says that sometimes I am too soft with Zoë, my eighteen-month-old, which in truth I am. However, it has been demonstrated, when Caroline has gently said "No", Zoë stops straight away — almost … Read more

Oh joy! I thought, with sinking realization: I had just closed the door of the house with the alarm on, but without the key! There were various growling and muttering sounds, until the point was reached when I realized that … Read more

Zoë, my eighteen-month-old daughter, came to visit me in hospital recently, when I was ill. She climbed up on the bed where I was, ignored the IV drip in my arm and my yellow skin, and came into the … Read more

Recently, when I became ill, I was sent off to hospital post haste. I knew I was in big trouble, so like any sensible, childlike Christian, I cried out to God to help me. Upon occasion, God gives me a … Read more

I have been very ill recently, and there is no doubt that God has been, and is, with me through this experience, traumatic though it has been. I had become jaundiced and infected, very ill, and was admitted to hospital. … Read more

During the past summer, I was busy at home fitting a kitchen. Periodically, I took time to read my daughter's Bible story book with her. I say "with her", only in the sense that she sat on a pillow in my crooked arm, whilst she looked at … Read more

During the summer, Zoë, now 15 months old, woke me up for an hour, during the early hours. Like all of us, she wanted some attention and loving from her dad. She wanted to remind me that I had not given her enough attention during the … Read more

"One wheel on my bike and I am still rolling along…"? Not much changes, or so it seems; we just acquire a few more wrinkles and pounds, as the months — and years — race past. Life seems to be wearisome. Somehow we have lost the plot. … Read more