Ladies and Gentlemen of the cloth (and those aspiring to wear it),
Brothers and Sisters of the sacred microphone,
Distinguished Bishops of Biblical Banter,
Reverends of Reverberating Repetition,
I bring you no greetings, for we have all heard enough of those on Sunday morning. Instead, I bring you a word. Not “a word from the Lord,” but a word about you and me—professional talkers of the Word.
Let’s admit it: We love preaching. We preach in pulpits, on buses, in WhatsApp statuses, and sometimes even in our sleep. If there were Olympic medals for preaching, many of us would have already opened our own display cabinets by now. Preaching is our superpower. But here’s the problem:
We are preaching the Light without being the Light.
Oh yes, we know how to roar like lions in the microphone, but in traffic we behave like devils with horns. We declare, “Let your light so shine,” then spend the rest of the week hiding it under the bushel of bitterness, gossip, and ego.
We quote entire books of the Bible, but can’t quote one neighbour who thinks we’re kind.
We declare, “You shall know them by their fruits,” but if someone dared to taste ours, they might ask for spiritual antacids.
We shout, “Holiness unto the Lord!” while secretly negotiating contracts with Pharaoh. And don't get me started on how we preach humility with the body language of a small god. It's miraculous how we can deliver a message about pride with so much pride.
We have turned the pulpit into a stage, the anointing into a performance, and the sermon into a showreel.
Where is the Light?
We preach "Jesus is the way,” but the way we treat our staff, our spouses, and those who can't tithe 500 cedis is a GPS nightmare.
We preach “God is love,” but even mosquitoes get more affection from us than the people who annoy us.
We preach “Blessed are the peacemakers,” but online we fight like baptized keyboard warriors.
And the congregation? Oh, they’ve noticed. They’ve watched us preach against worldliness and then fight for front-row seats at worldly banquets. They’ve seen us thunder against sin on Sunday and slip into it quietly by Tuesday.
So here’s a revolutionary idea:
What if we… lived the Word?
Yes, I know it sounds radical. Dangerous even. But imagine a world where preachers became practitioners. Where our sermons were not just heard, but seen. Where our greatest message was not behind a mic, but in a moment of selfless service. Where instead of shouting “Repent!” at strangers, we quietly invited them into our homes and loved them with truth and grace.
Jesus didn’t say, “You are the preachers of the world.”
He said, “You are the LIGHT of the world.”
Light doesn’t talk. It simply shines. No megaphone. No mic. Just presence. Just power. Just clarity in darkness.
So maybe it’s time we put the sermon notes down and picked up a broom. Maybe we need fewer conferences and more confessions. Fewer expositions and more examples.
And maybe, just maybe, the world would believe our message if it could finally see it in us.
Preach less. Shine more.
And if you must preach, preach with your life.