"Bolz-Weber takes no prisoners as she reclaims the term 'pastrix' (pronounced 'pas-triks,' a term used by some Christians who refuse to recognize female pastors) in her messy, beautiful, prayer-and-profanity laden narrative about an unconventional life of faith"--Dust jacket flap. Bolz-Weber reclaims the term "pastrix," used by some Christians who refuse to recognize female pastors. Heavily tattooed and loud-mouthed, a former stand-up comic, Bolz-Weber sure as hell didn't consider herself to be religious leader material-- until the day she ended up leading a friend's funeral, surrounded by fellow alcoholics, depressives, and cynics. She realized: these were her people. Maybe she was meant to be their pastor.
How do you feel?