This is what a preacher looks like…

Two events are taking place this week, both of which I would like to be a part of. One I get to; the other, I’ll have to watch from a distance. The first is camp in Minnesota with Youth Forum. (I am so excited!) The second event is the CBF annual meeting this year in Dallas. In particular, I wish I could be there for the baptist women in ministry meeting. One of the many things I appreciate about BWIM is a book they released a few years ago now titled, ‘This is what a preacher looks like.” All women, all preachers.

This brings me to both my excitement and anxiety about this week. I am going to Minnesota to be a camp pastor / preacher for junior high students through Youth Forum camps. I love camp. I love junior high students. It’s a win-win. Still, even after all these years of ministry, voices from my past haunt me. Fortunately, my formative years were void of the harshness I experienced during my twenties. While I didn’t ever see women in preaching roles, neither did I have anyone tell me I couldn’t or that women shouldn’t preach. By the time I hit seminary at age 20, all that changed. I was told repeatedly that women just could not preach. Not that we weren’t able, rather – and I quote – “it would turn God’s stomach to hear a woman proclaim the gospel.” Or so I was told. While this exact quote was only directed at me once, I have had its sentiment repeated numerous times.

I take seriously God’s charge to bring the gospel to the world. I take seriously the warnings to not take teaching or preaching lightly. I believe so much in adolescents deserving the very best that I still get more nervous and spend more time in prayer and preparation when preaching to youth than I do to an entire congregation. In short, I put enough pressure on myself without needing all those foolish voices creeping in, trying to get me off my game. Yet, there they are. Ever-waiting in the recesses of my mind, reminding me of all the foolish things that have been communicated to me over the years. I know better than to give them much time and attention, but silencing them often escapes me.

My second point of anxiety about this week is about the very notion of preaching itself. I know it is in scripture, and I come from a tradition that holds preaching in high regard. I, too, have a high regard for preaching. I am also aware that in the traditional sense, a sermon or lecture of any kind is one of the least effective forms of communicative teaching. When church members are being really honest, many are writing grocery lists, doodling, or simply distracted at points during the sermon each week. Tim Baker has a brutally honest post that has been haunting me for a few months now. I can’t help but wonder if it’s not that we need to get rid of preaching but that we need to rethink what it means in our world today. With the exception of my addiction to TED talks, I am rarely moved by what is told to me in any form of lecture, sermons included.

So with all of this anxiety and baggage, I am still excited. Excited to have a week with junior high students. Excited to preach and quiet all those foolish voices from my past. Excited to think through some of Tim’s suggestions as I seek to be faithful and proclaim God’s word. Most of all, I am excited for another week of being obedient and getting to be exactly what a preacher looks like.

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About Amy Jacober

Amy Jacober (PhD, Fuller Seminary) is a youth ministry veteran with ministry and teaching experience. She focuses on practical theology, urban ministry, theology & disability, and marginalized communities. She is a volunteer youth worker in her church and community, lead consultant with Youth Ministry Architects and serves on the Young Life Capernaum national board. In her free time she can be found playing with her three young children, husband, and oversized dog.