Confessing My Political Idolatry

No one leader or party can save us. This gives me a strange reason to hope.

The morning after the 2016 presidential election, I cried at the foot of my bed. I wrote for The Washington Post that I couldn’t defend white evangelicals anymore. I tweeted through the rage. In winter 2017, I attended the women’s march in Chicago and local World Relief meetings about refugees. There seemed to be more at stake politically than ever befo…