Welcome to another episode of TOMCAST,

What do you do when you feel cornered, and they give you an ultimatum?

You can survive any storm if God is the foundation of your life.

Nineteen years ago I made a conscious decision to stand up for myself and see where it all leads.

What was on the line?

1. My livelihood

2. My community

3. My sense of purpose

Up until this day, I had the world at my fingertips. For over twenty one years I served within the organisation without even a blemish against my name. Why give it all up out of principle?

At thirty eight years of age with a young family to raise, a wife and children to protect, it all came to a head.

My brothers became my worst nightmare, turning their backs on me to protect their future.

I was to go it alone with my young family and carve out a new destiny. One that had no security only opportunity.

I won’t go through all that happened other than, we survived the mental and emotional storm that lasted for years.

Ironically, it was a GOOD SAMARITAN BUSINESSMAN, with no affiliation to a religious organisation that saw my plight and rescued me. He had the means and the heart to bless a stranger. Like this GOOD SAMARITAN BUSINESSMAN, I’ve stumbled on a handful ever since. Each one providing the means with their gracious hearts to propel me in my calling.

God truly does move in mysterious ways and I’m a testament to that. Maybe God is trying to unlock you to, from the prisons we create. Like me. God may use the oddest situations and individuals to do just that.

God used Pharaoh to bless Joseph, and God used Joseph to bless Pharaoh in the common good of rescuing a family and a nation.

Be open to God’s surprises!!!

Today, I’m so grateful that I chose to make a stand.

It created in me a resolve that has never disappeared. My conscience is not for sale.

No matter what you feel you are going through, sometimes it feels so overwhelming, that death seems to be the alternative option. Unfortunately I went through that valley and I thank God I kept going.

Nineteen years on, I can assure you, the sun will still shine each and every day. I tend to see it more and enjoy it more than I have ever done.

If it doesn’t kill you it will only make you stronger are words few can say with conviction, but these words are so true.

I pray you have a blessed day and that you keep on going till you pass through your current valley. There’s a beautiful place waiting for you on the other side.

A very cryptic blog I know, but I couldn’t even begin to express how blessed I am today for standing my ground.

My theology today comprises of two commandments, which Jesus taught. Love God, Love People, from there the sky is the limit in what you can achieve.

Welcome to another episode of TOMCAST,

Volunteering your time, talent and labour in a noble effort is one of the most effective ways to create good mental well-being for ourselves and the greater community.

Let’s first dismiss what isn’t volunteering.

Taking time and effort to benefit ourselves isn’t what I would call volunteering.

Learning a new skill that takes time and effort isn’t what I would call volunteering.

Offering our time, talent and effort for an honorary role or title isn’t what I would call volunteering.

Offering our time, talent and effort to benefit others in its purist form is what I would call volunteering.

Most parents fit this role.

Some grandparents, children and siblings fit this role.

Some friends fit this role.

Rarely will we find individuals that serve to benefit others, where the reward or recognition is simply to see others blessed as the reward, is enough.

Why volunteer at all if the reward seems fleeting and intangible?

The true volunteer feels the obligation to give back to a society that has somehow blessed them.

The true volunteer has the necessary skills and they make the time to share.

The true volunteer has a priority and understanding that life, like nature, is cyclical. If they don’t invest in others they end up alone and miserable.

My mother said to me on many occasions before she passed “I gave while you were a baby. I protected and fed you so that one day when I become a baby and need to be protected and fed, you’ll be there for me”

Truer words have never been spoken!!

The heart of a volunteer will always give more time and effort than they feel they can afford because of the unseen rewards life offers them.

Maybe they have tapped into the benevolent nature of the creator that always gives back one hundred times plus the seeds that have been sown.

If you are going through a difficult season in your life, may I suggest volunteering your time, talent and effort in a noble quest greater than your immediate needs and wants.

Serve others and allow the benevolent creator to bless you when you least expect it.

Volunteering will always cost you!

True volunteering will always pay great dividends!

Welcome to another episode of TOMCAST,

The art of developing street credibility!

Clip from an Advertorial I did in the year 2000. Perhaps this was the beginnings of my now blogs!
Pic of an old Preacher friend who died some years back, Jack Rokobuta, from Fiji. That’s me in the right hand corner spreading the good news on the streets. At that point I’d been into Street Preaching for over twenty years.

You have to find that place in life where everything just makes sense to you, no mater how bazaar it may appear to those around us.

I remember as a teenager walking through the streets of Perth and hearing a street preacher for the first time.

He was an elderly Indian man called Ted Jackson, heavy set, with a voice of an Ambassador preparing you to meet a king.

I was only seventeen years old and I was fascinated by this street preacher’s absolute confidence in the message he was declaring.

His message both entertained me and made me think of God’s existence.

In the coming months I came across other people sharing their faith; from the Hare Krishna crew to Mormons and the rest of the religious smorgasbord peddling their message. The Indian Street Preacher was definitely different and he left a lasting impression on me.

It was only a matter of months before I ended joining a progressive christian church. Some may call it an old school hallelujah gospel church, others, just another sectarian offspring of Christianity. To me it was the perfect community that was doing something about what they believed and they had to let the whole world know.

Street Preaching really appealed to me, I don’t know why?

My second radical experience of a street preacher was an evangelist called Larry Reed. He was a former heroine addict and spent over sixteen years in the notorious San Quentin State Prison in California. He was invited to preach in our small congregation back in 1981, and when I heard him preach, an embryo of my calling germinated.

Larry could hold an audience wherever he was, be it the streets, a beach front or from the traditional pulpit.

All I saw was courage, hope and fire in the belly. Young and old gravitated to him. Believer and unbeliever gravitated to him.

He was a walking miracle of God that was undeniable.

Deep down inside that’s what I wanted, I wanted to be a walking miracle that gave everyone I meet courage, hope and place a fire in their belly.

It wasn’t too long before I just copied what Larry Reed did. I’d preach in the streets, in front of night clubs, at the beach and at University compasses. The more I did it the bolder I became.

God showed me very early in my walk with Him that I didn’t need to be a converted heroine addict or criminal to inspire others. I just needed to be authentic.

Forty years later, the very DNA that of my initial Street Preaching experiences have never left me. Perhaps there’s still a Street Preacher in me that needs to go out again in the public square or a beach front and Preach my message of hope.

Who knows?

How do we develop art of street credibility?


Welcome to another episode of TOMCAST,

There was a time when I wouldn’t even look up at the sky to notice the stars, birds or the splendour of a sunrise. I was way to busy for superficial things like that. I had a world to reach, people’s lives to save, I had a mission and nothing was going to stop me, until?

Every morning the sun shines bright, yet few appreciate its splendour. Often clouded by responsibilities and a life that is caught doing things that don’t matter.

I woke up one morning and lost it all.

Imagine working so hard that your vision becomes so singular that you miss everything that you are supposed to be seeing.

The beauty of starting again.

1. You don’t lose your skill set

2. You don’t lose your motivation

3. You don’t lose your creativity

Starting over does something beautiful.

You have a chance to be twice as effective, half as busy.

It’s the Winter experience of losing everything that prepares you for a new Spring season, allowing you to sow on fresh ground for a sustainable harvest.

It was Jesus who said ‘What good is it if you gain the whole world at the expense of losing your soul’

The implications are devastating.

Like me, many of us who are high achievers, disciplined and ambitious end up losing the race, why?

I believe it’s because we are running in the wrong lane!!!

Our talent is spent serving the wrong master.

The best days of my life have always been the day after the worst days of my life.

The worst days that led me to the wall where I crashed and burned helped me to reflect, reimagine and renew my commitment to things that matter.

1. Living with a clean conscience

2. Being in right relationship with my loved ones

3. Using my gifts to make the world a better place

4. Taking time to enjoy the sun rise ~ the proverbial, taking time to smell the roses 🌹

Unfortunately, this truth can’t be taught, it must be caught.

I hope you have an amazing day enjoying things that matter most.

Welcome to another episode of TOMCAST,

There is an art to the meet and greet.

The look I have when I’m in a meeting without a purpose. So much can be achieved by less meetings and more importantly, when meetings do happen, what’s the objective.

Three types of people when they meet for the first time!

Balance is always at the heart of a great meeting. Some meetings are too hot, too cold and just right. Knowing the difference helps us from wasting our energy and time of meetings that lead nowhere.

3 types of meetings..

1. The need to become best friends

This is the meeting that happens when two individuals or a group meet for the first time and everyone feels the need to become best friends.

This type of meetings often ends with lots of laughs, open conversation, confessionals and that feeling of joy, but it leads nowhere.

Both parties don’t know where to take it from there other than make a cordial relationship.

How much cordial relationships can one handle. Not everyone needs to like us to make a meeting meaningful.

This is more of a social gathering rather than a meeting with purpose.

2. The need to feel superior than others in the room

This is the red tie, high powered, chest beating meeting where the top dog has to come out on top by the end.

These meetings rarely go anywhere other than Ill will and the taste of gravel in the mouths of those that attend.

In fact this is not a meeting, it’s a dictatorship. One rules and everyone else yields.

3. The desire, the will and the fortitude to get things done collaboratively

This is the meeting that has a punch to it.

There is an obvious objective

There is an obvious leader

There is an obvious team

There is an obvious outcome

This is the meeting that lends to it each and every strength of those attending. No one sees themselves better than the other.

There is an ease to give and to celebrate a victory together.

This is the meeting that gets things done ✅

This is the meeting I long to be a part of or set up.

You don’t have to like me when we first meet, but you will appreciate me when we work together.

I want to be the person that gets things done and I love being around people that get things done.

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