My youth pastor was a force of nature in terms of her presence and personality, and she was very savvy in how she pushed the envelope topically in spite of her filling a ministerial role that was almost universally appointed to men...at least here in the deep South.
Keep in mind this was during the late '80s, and our youth ministry was undoubtedly the largest in the state of Mississippi. It had the resources / budget / facilities coupled with a dynamic, boundlessly energetic lady leading the way. She was literally a powerhouse. To this day, I've never witnessed a youth pastor with more zeal, compassion, and leadership skill. Cindy was literally larger than life to all of us. Needless to say, even back then, I knew I was part of something very special, and what a tremendous positive impact it made to not only my faith but my self-esteem! Our youth pastor, though she wasn't perfect, loved Rob and all of his quirks. And because of that, I was endeared to her as well as her husband despite my "choosing to exist in the background" approach. In particular, I'll always be indebted to her encouragement relative to my vocal skillset and subsequently, the many opportunities that were presented to me to utilize those talents there in church.
Surprisingly, this same woman eventually chose to lead our church's college ministry for a handful of years as well. This, I'll have to admit, was a little odd. It wasn't like First Baptist Church's budget was strapped for cash, and therefore couldn't afford to hire someone. Nevertheless, she also chose to take on this role, though it was soon obvious to almost everyone that she simply couldn't effectively translate her rigidly programmatic approach over to the older, more sophisticated / independently-minded college crowd.
There's no doubt too that college-age students are looking for substance. Meat if you will, if they choose to partake of church during this season of their lives. And that substance needs to be based in not only a thorough understanding of God's Word but a deep respect for it. It's not that Cindy didn't embody that statement, but it was impossible to not see her as a youth pastor first and foremost.
Thankfully, this is where her husband, Bill, at least in terms of her ministry, strategically complemented her.
Bill was in many ways the exact opposite of Cindy's persona, though he was no doubt similarly intelligent and articulate. He was the inevitable representative of a shadow (cast by her), until opportunity presented itself (on occasion) for him too to surprisingly flex his (just as adept) risk-taking muscles. And at times, he did so in the most unexpectedly manly ways.
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I believe it was the summer after my sophomore year at Mississippi State. I was home for those two months, therefore I found myself fully engaged with my home church's college ministry. I remember participating in a rafting retreat somewhere in eastern Tennessee with this group and having such fun!
Afterwards, we returned to wherever it was that we were staying in order to rest up for our journey home the following day. From there, my memory is a bit fuzzy, but I believe Bill decided to take it upon himself to lead a Bible study to those who wished to participate. Therefore, a handful of us gathered together in some sort of common space or lobby, neatly tucked away in a quiet corner, anticipating being lead by Bible teaching Bill.
Physically, Bill was a small framed man. His wife, Cindy, was average height for a female, and he was only slightly taller than she. Bill, when he was assisting his wife with ministry at our church (in whatever role she put him in), was usually decked out in a dress shirt and slacks, the typical First Baptist Church uniform. What I'd never noticed though was despite his small stature, he was not, by definition, lean.
But this became readily apparent during this aforementioned rafting retreat Bible study due to the fact that he executed it bare chested.
Now, it wasn't like he was wearing dress slacks and no shirt. Everyone was simply lounging around in shorts and t-shirts, therefore he was as well, except of course, without his shirt on.
The Bible study wasn't brief. Bill was an excellent communicator / student of God's word. He taught with skill and passion, therefore us being typical sponge-like college students, we soaked in every word, asking lots of questions along the way. I remember I sat adjacent to Bill, and suffice to say, it took a few long minutes for me to get over my shock at seeing this man's nipples in living color.
And I must say, Bill had (at the time) an enviable bod of any present day guy, with even (if I remember correctly 25+ years ago) a defined six-pack, which made this event that much more unique. Who'd a thunk?
Today, men's bodies are celebrated if they're hyper muscular, lean and hairless, and if you have any semblance of a six-pack, you're considered sexy and to be envied. This was not the case back in the late '80s / early '90s. During this era, men within photographic media didn't model themselves with their hyper muscular, hairless action figure bods. It simply wasn't the norm as it is today.
I am convinced the reason Bill taught Scripture to us bare chested is he needed to prove to himself and to us that he was more than what we'd known of him up to that point in time. In other words, he needed to be seen deeper than what we'd had the privilege of seeing prior, therefore he saw an appropriate opportunity with an appropriate age-group and took advantage of it.
[One thing I haven't mentioned is Bill, at the time, was teaching collegiate law classes (I did mention he was an attorney), therefore he understood the monumental maturity levels (on average) between secondary versus higher-ed students.]
From that day forward, my respect for this man increased tremendously, and of course, looking back, I'm grateful to have been a part of such an important reckoning. A reckoning where our understanding / respect of a cherished male leader expanded circumstantially.
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