Thomas Devenish

Press Service International

Thomas Devenish lives in Hobart, Tasmania with his wife and two daughters. He works as a motion designer and enjoys the diverse experiences life has to offer, from chasing tennis balls to curling up with a good book on a rainy day. Thomas Devenish’s previous articles may be viewed at

  • Odd one out

    Some people stand out like bright paint on a dark wall. There have been times when I've been that person, like when I went to my first AFL match with a bunch of seasoned fans I barely knew. I didn't spend my formative years kicking a footy and wearing team colours. As I tried to fit in with the bunch my lack of knowledge of the game soon showed - when they would leap to their feet cheering I would still be sitting with a blank look on my face. It was obvious I was different.

  • Shavings of wood

    There is something profoundly satisfying in viewing the results of a lifetime dedicated to a pursuit.

  • To See Christ

    The Apostle Paul wrote nearly a third of the New Testament, so it is hardly a surprise that any decent list of Bible verses to memorise always features his lines.

  • A garden allegory

    Becoming a parent naturally brings about a variety of lifestyle changes, some more substantial than others. One of the smaller changes that surprised me was a new vigour for my garden – undoubtedly the result of being brought outside by the little ones and forced to stare down the dilapidated remains of my lawn!

  • Playing with fire

    I have always loved the book of Proverbs since as early as I can remember. Its isolated pithy remarks come together to form a remarkable collection of practical ways to live a good and God centred life.

  • A Sure Hope

    The lights are twinkling on roofs, wreaths hanging from doors and silhouettes of Christmas trees can be seen in the windows as I wander the streets of my local suburb.

  • Chicken’n’Chips for God

    Scorched hands, greasy fingers and slippery floors are the things that come to mind when I remember my time in the fast food industry.

  • He Knows My Name

    25 September, 1066, Stamford Bridge. A single figure cuts into the sky, feet planted, shoulders square. Thick arms, blood-streaked, hoist a battle axe aloft in a display of defiance. An opposing army lies before him, thousands of swords and spearheads glinting in the sun.

  • Give thanks

    The nights are cold and the shadows long as the winter sun dips lower in the sky each passing day. I can feel the frosty air and grey skies clutching at my disposition, seeking to enfold me within their sullen mood.

  • An enduring treasure

    I have always been an avid reader, from the time I first learnt to make sense of the lines and squiggles that communicate language. As a kid I would read up to three novels a day, travelling to faraway lands and meeting people from centuries past.