Nadia Bolz-weber

6 days ago | thecorners.substack.com | Nadia Bolz-weber

I was 29 years old and 6 months pregnant with our first child when my (former) husband and I moved to dry land wheat farming country for his first job as a Lutheran pastor; a town of 5,000 people in Eastern Washington, several hours drive from anything like a yoga class. I remember thinking that since the town had a library, a gym and access to an NPR station, I could make a go of it. Maybe.

1 week ago | thecorners.substack.com | Nadia Bolz-weber

It’s been such a joy to meet so many of you since the Red State Revivals Tour began - to hear your stories and get your hugs and hear your singing and hand you cookies. Here are some new dates - as well as a couple speaking events.

3 weeks ago | thecorners.substack.com | Nadia Bolz-weber

Almighty God, Creator of all things, including all those Spring flowers that I haven’t spent enough time appreciating because I think for some reason that doom-scrolling is a better use of my time,I’ve cut down some, but it doesn't seem to be enough, so I beseech thee to grant me the will to get off the internet more. You and I both know that the last thing I need is to watch another inane video, read another hot take, or buy any more shit I absolutely do not need.

3 weeks ago | thecorners.substack.com | Nadia Bolz-weber

Pastor Samm and Vicar Sa7ah were already on the other side of the metal detector when I got to the women’s prison yesterday. I signed in and joined them as quickly as I could, grabbing a couple bags of sopapillas to help lighten their load. We are allowed, just a couple times a year, to bring a special meal in to be shared with New Beginnings church council, and as is our tradition, we like to share a Mother’s Day dinner together.

1 month ago | thecorners.substack.com | Nadia Bolz-weber

Yesterday, as Eric and I were driving past the park by our house, two people stood there holding each other. Not a hug, an extended embrace. The kind someone gives you when the unspeakable escapes trembling from your lips. “She died”“He asked for a divorce”“The cancer is back”You know the kind of words. These two were in and out of my visual field in a moment, but I haven’t shaken the image of them. There are moments in our lives that call for an embrace that can hold our heaving sobs.