Rumor has it that Bishop T.D. Jakes has officially stepped down as the senior pastor of The Potter’s House — the powerhouse of faith and influence he founded in 1996 — handing the mantle over to his daughter, Pastor Sarah Jakes Roberts, and her husband, Pastor Touré Roberts.

And while the torch has been passed with grace and intention, one can’t help but ask: Where is the moment honoring him?

Where is the public celebration, the official fanfare, the “thank you” from a culture that Bishop Jakes helped shape both spiritually and socially? A man who poured into generations through books, sermons, conferences, films, and father-figure wisdom — he deserved more than just a brief Sunday morning announcement.

Let’s not forget — T.D. Jakes didn’t just lead a church. He led a movement. His sermons raised the broken-hearted. His books raised thinkers. His conferences raised leaders. And his voice? Well, it raised culture. From the woman with the issue of blood to men struggling in silence, he found language for pain that people didn't even know how to name.

So yes, while it’s beautiful to see legacy continue through Sarah and Touré (and we celebrate that!), this should’ve been a moment. A full-circle, black excellence, kingdom-honoring, multi-generational handoff moment. We need that handoff moment!

This transition, while reportedly years in the making, followed months after Bishop Jakes suffered a massive heart attack mid-sermon — a chilling reminder that life is fragile, even for giants.

And yet, his humility still shone as he told the congregation through misty eyes, “You have been faithful to God, and you have been faithful to me… I’m so grateful.”

Sarah Jakes Roberts, standing in strength and honor, responded as only a daughter could: “I’m grateful, I’m honored, as your daughter. I’m so happy you’re going to get some rest.”

But we, the people, the culture, the world — we still need our chance to say: Thank you.

We need a moment to honor the man who stood when others fell, who gave language to purpose, who turned a West Virginia whisper into a global roar - "Get Ready, Get Ready, Get Ready"