Nadia Bolz-Weber is the founder and former pastor of House for All Sinners and Saints, an ELCA mission church in Denver, Colorado. She’s a leading voice in the emerging church movement, and her writing can be found at www.nadiabolzweber.com and on the Sarcastic Lutheran blog. Her most recent book is Shameless: A Sexual Reformation (Convergent Books).
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Graduates: Boast Gladly in Your Weaknesses
God's Love is Stronger Than Our Doubt
A Reflection on Easter: Beyond Chocolate and New Bedding to the True Gospel
How Did John 3:16 Become About 'Weirdos and Violence'?
Loving Your Enemies (Even When You Don't Want To)
How To Say Defiantly, 'I am Baptized!'
We Three Kings of Orient Are (Not in the Bible): An Epiphany Sermon
Word Made Flesh, and the Indignity of Having a Human Body
This Advent, Embrace a Doubting Faith
That Thieving Christ and Advent
In this season in which we find ourselves there is an anticipatory feeling in the air. A waiting, a longing, and yearning. This is a time filled with preparations and signs and symbols. Everything leads to this promised future. With our turkey stuffed bellies, we awaken from a tryptophan-induced coma of carbohydrates to the coming of what feels like the end time -- for there will be sales and rumors of sales. So stay awake my brothers and sisters because the doorbusting shopacalypse is upon us. Yet my heart was glad when they said to me, let us go at 5 a. m to the house of the Lord and Taylor. For on that holy mountain, people will stream from east and west, north and south, and all nations will come. They will turn plastic cards into shiny promises of love in the form of bigger plastic and cloth and metal and wire. They will go down from this mountain to wrap their bits of plastic and cloth and metal and wire. They will wrap it all in paper, to wait for that day. The day of mythical, sentimentalized domesticity when the hopes and dreams of love and family and acceptance and perfect, perfect reciprocity will come to pass. And the children shall believe that they shall be always good and never bad for Santa will come like a thief in the night. No one knows the hour so you better be good for goodness sake.
Prayer and the Persistent Widow
Our Righteous Lament
The Woman With the Bent Back
Now he was teaching in one of the synagogues on the sabbath. And just then, there appeared a woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years.
A Sermon on the "Good" Samaritan
Dear Red-Headed God?
When Grace and Death Collide
The Kingdom of God is not an Empire with Language Laws
Pentecost's Pente-chaos: Nothing's Changed
Why Are There So Few Solo Women Church Planters?
Not Your Typical Valentine's Day-Type Love
This week my friend Sara reminded me that the really amazing thing about 1 Corinthians 13 is that even hundreds of thousands of schlocky wedding and inspirational posters and bad Christian coffee mugs can't kill it. Paul's hymn to love is perhaps one of the most recognizable texts in the New Testament. And it is really beautiful