Nadia Bolz-Weber bounds into the University United Methodist Church sanctuary like a superhero from Planet Alternative Christian. Her 6-foot-1 frame is plastered with tattoos, her arms are sculpted by competitive weightlifting and, to show it all off, this pastor is wearing a tight tank top and jeans.<\/span><\/p>\n Looking out at the hundreds of people crowded into the pews to hear her present the gospel of Jesus Christ, she sees: Dockers and blazers. Sensible shoes. Grandmothers and soccer moms. Nary a facial piercing.<\/p>\n To Bolz-Weber\u2019s bafflement, this is now her congregation: mainstream America.<\/p>\n These are the people who put her memoir near the top of the New York Times bestseller list the week it came out in September. They are the ones who follow her every tweet and Facebook post by the thousands, and who have made the Lutheran minister a budding star for the liberal Christian set.<\/p>\n And who, as Bolz-Weber has described it in her frequently profane dialect, \u201care [mess]ing up my weird.\u201d<\/p>\n A quick tour through her 44 years doesn\u2019t seem likely to wind up here. It includes teen rebellion against her family\u2019s fundamentalist Christianity, a nose dive into drug and alcohol addiction, a lifestyle of sleeping around and a stint doing stand-up in a grungy Denver comedy club. She is part of society\u2019s outsiders, she writes in her memoir, its \u201cunderside dwellers .\u2009.\u2009.cynics, alcoholics and queers.\u201d<\/p>\n Which is where \u2014 strangely enough \u2014 the match with her fans makes sense. The type of social liberals who typically fill the pews of mainline churches sometimes feel like outsiders among fellow liberals in their lives if they are truly believing Christians; if they are people who really experience Jesus and his resurrection, even if they can\u2019t explain it scientifically; if they are people who want to hear words from the Apostles in church, not Thich Nhat Hanh or Barack Obama.<\/p>\n