Preaching Without a Pulpit
I don’t stand behind a pulpit. I don’t wear a robe. I don’t belong to a brick-and-mortar congregation anymore. But I still preach. And I believe that’s exactly how Christ intended it.
Christ never asked His followers to build temples with stained glass and million-dollar budgets. He preached on hillsides, in boats, in homes, in the streets. Wherever two or three were gathered, He promised to be there also. His “church” was the people, not the building.
Somewhere along the way, we complicated that. We built steeples, raised walls, and let politics seep in. And too often, good people—faithful people—walked away. Not from Christ, but from the noise. I know, because I’m one of them.
Walking away from organized religion didn’t weaken my faith. It clarified it. My faith is stronger now than ever before because I can hear Christ without the veil of politics in the way. Strip it all down, and His message is simple, sharp, and clear: love God, love your neighbor, follow Me.
So what does preaching look like for me? It’s not Sunday morning sermons in a sanctuary. It’s conversations with my students. It’s reflections written on the shop floor. It’s short posts online that somehow hit the right nerve. And when even a handful of people respond, when they tell me to keep going, I know the message landed where it needed to.
Preaching without a pulpit isn’t second-class preaching. It may be closer to what Christ intended all along. The question isn’t where you preach. The question is whether you preach Christ at all.
