Under Constant Construction as is My Soul

Viral Word

When Martin Luther took hammer to nail and thundered truth onto that old church door,

he wasn’t just sparking a reformation—

he was going viral.

See, when ink met press and that first page rolled hot off Gutenberg’s iron lungs,

the world shifted.

Suddenly, the words weren’t locked behind pulpits or buried under Latin.

They were loosed.

Duplicated. Multiplied. Carried in the calloused hands of German farmers,

whispered in candlelit kitchens,

echoed in alleyways and marketplaces.

And nothing could stop it.

We do the same thing today, don’t we?

Share. Post. Forward. Flame.

Digital tongues of fire flickering through timelines and tweets.

Sure, the tech gods might try—

Zuckerberg with his algorithms,

Google with its gatekeeping,

Elon with his rocket-fueled platforms…

But no amount of SEO, no surge of hashtags,

can manufacture the wildfire of the Word.

Because long before Luther,

long before the ink dried on the scrolls,

the Bible was already viral.

Passed from prophet to psalmist,

from desert wanderer to upper room disciple.

It didn’t need trending hashtags.

It pierced bone and marrow.

It rewired destinies.

It wrecked sin and rebuilt souls.

The gospel doesn’t go viral because of marketing.

It goes viral because it breathes.

It bleeds.

It breaks chains.

And here’s the twist in the plot:

It’s not done yet.

It’s coming for you too.

And when it hits your heart,

when it rips through your comfort zones

and drenches your doubts in holy fire…

You won’t just share it.

You’ll become it.

That, my friend, is the real revolution.

And it’s still spreading.