The congregation doesn't need your coffee joke. They buried someone this week. They're sitting in pews with divorce papers in their glovebox. Kids who won't speak to them. Test results they haven't opened. They drove past three churches to hear you say something that costs you something. So open the Book. Forget the illustration you found on Google. Skip the movie clip. Kill the countdown timer on your outline. Preach like a man possessed. Preach like you'll answer for every wasted syllable. Preach like their blood is on your hands. Because it is. The pulpit isn't a stage.