Rod Marshall
The Cooker
One recent morning, I cleaned the cooker. It had been looking reproachfully at me for some time. You know, likely, how it is: despite the best intentions, muck becomes stuck to the surface. Life passes by, and, slowly at first, … Read more
Little By Little
I stood in line, waiting, waiting, waiting — waiting, but still no movement. The people in front and behind began to huff and puff, and gradually, they muttered various obscenities and moved off. For some reason I was quite happy … Read more
Reign In Me!
I sat in the car listening to the sound on the roof. It was raining, and eventually my patience was rewarded, as the clouds wearied of their charge. I walked, and, after a while, a cold sensation touched my legs. … Read more
Moving On!
I have been to visit my parents, to help them with the preparation for their move to a smaller house, to lighten their workload. I commend their willingness to face up to this chore as a necessary one, whilst it … Read more
Hear With Their Ears
As I have the chance and the leading, I confront work colleagues and friends about the miracles that I believe Jesus is performing today, through the Holy Spirit. Those who are Christians, or are at least sympathetic, are touched and … Read more