Recently, I applied for a very part-time job at a church. Don’t ask me why. OK. Ask me why.
Why, you ask?
Well, several reasons. The job looked like something that wouldn’t involve any damn church meetings. Also, I apparently suck at “church planting” or “emerging church” stuff at the moment. In addition, church jobs involve something really cool that the God-stuff I’ve been investing my time in lately does not: dinero.
And dinero is something we lack around here, people.
This job application requested that I provide them with a recording (in any format) of me preaching. Game on. I love to preach. So, I recorded myself preaching using Garage Band. When I played it back, the voice that came back to me was totally familiar – I knew it was me. The surprise was my diction, my elocution. Good Lord. I sound like I just left Bryn Mawr. I sound like Tracy Lord. I sound like I wear pearls to bed, like I went to Sidwell Friends, like my mother is friends with Martha Stewart. I sound like I can afford to shop at Dean & Deluca for dinner. My speaking cracked me up. I have never heard anyone speak like that from a pulpit. Ever.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to upload it to a website somewhere so other people can hear what it sounds like when a Bryn Mawr girl turns Evangelical. However, I am not so savvy with the tekkie things. I will keep trying, because the world deserves to hear something that funny. The sermon isn’t bad, either.
It is funny when I learn something like this about myself. I love the illumination. I love knowing what I sound like. I also don’t mind that I sound like a blue-stocking who found Jesus. I am so much less critical of myself (in some ways) these days. It is genuinely interesting to me. My best friend did mention that my smarty-pants diction combined with a little nervousness can make me sound a little uptight sometimes when I preach, and that was good to know too. Learning to relax in my preaching will be a good journey. But my diction just is what it is.
Megan Tracy Lord, Bryn Mawr ’94