Wendy Alsup|12:01 AM CT

What I Learned from a Tattooed, Cussing—and Now Bestselling—Fundamentalist Outcast

Pastrix, Nadia Bolz-Weber's memoir of her journey from alcoholic comic to Lutheran minister, is a poignant read. Her sarcastic delivery drew me in easily, though I got bogged down a bit in the later chapters of her story. Pastrix tugs at the emotions, especially in the early chapters. Nadia tells about being raised in the Church of Christ, struggling with the physical effects of Graves' disease, walking away from the faith as an angry, bullied kid, then eventually becoming the default spiritual leader of a group of her down-and-out comic friends after one committed suicide.

It feels inappropriate to attempt a traditional review of Nadia's book—picking apart the positive and negative aspects of her life story. However, reading Pastrix did leave me with strong burdens, and I can't write about it without getting into how it affected me. So consider this...





Wendy Alsup|10:00 PM CT

Problems with a New Reading of an Old Verse

Editors' note: Today we're publishing two views on the meaning of Genesis 3:16, when God curses the woman and says, "Your desire will be for your husband." You can also read Claire Smith's countering perspective.


When discussing gender issues in the church, it's crucial to understand the various interpretations of the curse on women from Genesis 3:16. After all, only an accurate assessment of the root issues resulting from the Fall will position us to fully appreciate the gospel's answer. In what follows I will particularly consider the phrase "her desire will be for her husband" (Gen. 3:16).

There are several historic interpretations of this phrase. Some have believed it represents sexual desire. John Calvin claimed this part of the curse was simply subjection, that all of a woman's desires will be subject to her husband who rules over her.1 John





Wendy Alsup|5:30 AM CT

For Moms, Former Moms, and Wannabe Moms

Mother's Day is a tricky holiday. Like any holiday, it is sweet for some and bitter for others. For some, it's both. I remember feeling on the outside looking in on Mother's Day, first as a single woman and then after I miscarried our first. Our church had an entrance near the nursery called the Family Entrance. Could I use it? Were we a family? I finally just used it regardless, almost as an act of defiance. Now as the mother of a 4- and 6-year-old, I can deeply appreciate someone setting aside parking near an entrance that kept me from having to walk my toddlers across a busy intersection. But at the time I was dealing with emotions that weren't swayed by practical realities. I just wanted to be a mom....