Nadia Bolz-Weber is a Lutheran (ELCA) pastor and published author. Her most recent memoir “Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of A Sinner and Saint” has received widespread praise and criticism from Christians around the world. If you search her on Google images, several things would come to mind. She is not the cookie cutter definition of “a called and ordained minister in the church of Christ and by his authority.” ELCA clergy even tried to ban her from speaking at the 2012 Youth gathering in New Orleans. A history of drug use, alcoholism, promiscuity combined with tattooed arms and the tendency to swear like a trucker has drawn some negative attention. However, her sermons will show you a knowledge of scripture that many fundamentalists have (sadly) refused to embrace.
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My liberalness and femaleness and gay lovingness made me easy plunder for the Pirate. On several occasions, he had spent time on his radio show talking about “Pastrix” Nadia Bolz-Weber and all her false teachings. At first I actually liked it. I had gained a bit of national attention as a pastor by this point, and I found being noticed by people who hated my guts especially thrilling. I must really have been important, after all, if someone I’d never met would spent twenty minutes talking about me on his Internet radio show. Granted, those twenty minutes were filled with vitriol, but still… Ego and anger often compare for stage time in my head, and inevitably anger cannot be kept behind the curtain for too long. So after being perversely pleased for being noticed, I was soon enraged for being “persecuted.”
Pastrix: Ch. 11, “Pirate Christian”, Page 110
“It’s weird, Nadia,” he (Pirate Christian) said. We obviously disagree about a lot, but something tells me that out of all these Liberal Christians, you and I have a couple things we might agree on.”
“Great,” I said, after a moment of stunned silence. Let’s..uh…let’s talk about that.”
And with an openness that felt like a spiritual waterboarding (Jesus holding my head under the waters of my own baptism until I cry uncle), I had a long conversation with my enemy.
Since the Pirate and I were in the middle of a fellowship at the conference, the crowd around us who knew about our feud perhaps expected a showdown. But instead, they saw us share a thirty minute public dialogue about our own brokenness and need for confession and absolution, why we need the Gospel, and what happens in the Eucharist. And as he talked he cried. Twice.
I looked him in the eye and said, “Chris, I have two things to say to you. One, you are a beautiful child of God. Two, I think that maybe you and I are desperate enough to hear the Gospel that we can even hear it from each other.”
God made my enemy my friend that day. And I have not been plunder for the Pirate ever since. Chris has not spoken about me or written about me. But he does call. Sometimes we talk for an hour about theology and our families and at times we argue, but we do it with the respect of friends. We are two unlikely people who have shown each other where there is water in the desert.
Pastrix: Chapter 11, Pages 112 and 113
I commend Nadia for mustering up the patience to talk to this man and reach out to him as a friend. I cannot say that I would be able to handle the situation in such a way. I am just being honest. I am a “double minority.” I have Asperger’s Syndrome. I do not demand sympathy from anyone! I know that I am not stupid or incapable of achieving anything in life. I know that people will scorn if I use my diagnosis as an excuse for illegal or immoral behavior. Oh, and I love men.
“Loving my enemies” does not mean that I will muster up warm and fuzzy feelings towards people who hurt me. It means that I will hope and pray for them to treat others with dignity and respect.
“I am sorry if I ever managed to hurt or offend you in any way. I am sorry for any pain that you are going through right now. I am sorry that you decided to impose it on me. However, I am not sorry for the things that make me different from everyone else.