As a general rule, the preacher appeals to abstractions, to “formulations of the good”, to what everyone knows they ought to do, but often do not do. Neither does the preacher, in a great many cases. If they did, they would not feel the need to preach, and would find some more directly useful form of service, some more productive way of sharing what in an ideal case is an overabundance of positive energy and love.
The preacher in general seeks to be good, but also seeks to be SEEN to be good.
Me, I think what happens is I touch a place in myself which is tender, and immediately THIS–and I am preaching now–flows out.
How does one blend with a day, like a blade of grass in a field, and enjoy it humbly, like every other blade of grass, while not forgetting the principles of life, and the need for growth? I think if you let it, it happens. So much of life could be downhill, easy, if we let it.
Life is hard as a square wheel.
When I stop preaching, that will be when you can fully trust me.