IT’S PERSONAL

 


As I sit here reflecting on this month’s topic, I find myself in deep introspection, questioning if leadership is truly for me. This has been one of the hardest modules to write on, not because I lack thoughts, but because of the tug of war in my heart. The more I dwell on the subject of leadership, the more I hesitate to embrace the weight of responsibility it demands.

I picture the highest office in a nation, the Presidency, the endless decisions, the relentless expectations, the constant scrutiny. It’s true what they say: with great power comes great responsibility.

A leader must be a communicator of excellence, clear, persuasive, and deeply informed. They must remain aware of the issues at hand, connected to current affairs, and ready to engage with wisdom and insight. I’m reminded of my Journalism class, where our lecturer would quiz us daily on what was happening locally and globally. Each of us received three copies of the day’s top newspapers, not just to read, but to practice our craft. After all, we were in the business of informing, educating, entertaining, and influencing. If the media shapes public opinion, how much more does a leader shape hearts, minds, and communities?



Research is non-negotiable. Great leaders read widely, seek knowledge, and dig deep, not simply to gather facts, but to speak from a place of truth and understanding. For a preacher, this means immersing oneself in Scripture, studying context, tracing genealogies, understanding timelines, geography, and the cultural backdrop of biblical events. It’s not just about knowing what was said, but why it was said, and under what circumstances.

This is where the challenge becomes personal. When I examine my leadership, I can’t help but ask: Does my performance reflect the kind of leader I aspire to be? Am I thriving, or quietly falling short? Some days it feels like an internal battlefield. I know I must extend grace to myself, yet I remain my own fiercest critic.

Opening up and sharing my personal story to connect with others is still something I wrestle with. But I trust that, in time, practice and learning will make me more open and effective. I once heard a speaker say that leadership is about pain management. It’s daunting, yes, but deeply fulfilling when you realize your efforts are not for your glory, but for God’s.



Dealing with people is one of the hardest parts of leadership. Yet, here is my challenge to you and me: In whatever role you hold, whether in your family, workplace, ministry, or community, how are you using your voice to bring change? Are you leading from a place of fear or a place of faith? The world doesn’t just need leaders. It needs leaders who speak truth with courage, humility, and purpose.

The Bible says: “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you” (James 1:5).

We may feel inadequate, but in our weakness, He is made strong. God invites us to ask for His help, and when we do, He gives generously.

I trust that the Lord will hold my hand in this, even as I figure out the way.

Peace out!

 

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