The God on the Ballot

Virgil Walker | Sola Veritas

There is a question you are not allowed to ask in certain rooms, and I have learned over the years that the penalty for asking it has very little to do with politics. I wrote recently about a girl who shamed me for making the honor roll and taught me to hide the best of myself to keep my place in the group. The grown version of that lesson is everywhere now, and it runs deeper than party. We have made a religion of our politics, and you do not question a religion without being treated as a heretic. The loyalty has hardened into a kind of faith, and the party a person votes for has quietly become the thing he expects to save him.

So let me ask the heretical question and let the wreckage answer. What happens to a people who hand a prince the trust that belongs to God alone?

The Reformers understood something about the human heart that our age has worked hard to forget. John Calvin described it as a perpetual factory of idols, a forge that never cools, always at work turning good things into gods. The prophet put it more bluntly. “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?” (Jeremiah 17:9). An idol is rarely an ugly thing. It is usually a good thing asked to do what only God can do, and few idols are more seductive than a political savior, because he arrives dressed in the language of justice and rescue and belonging.

This is the part you will want to dodge, so I will close the exit before you reach it. The idol is not a partisan possession. The progressive who believes the right party will at last deliver justice and the conservative who believes the right man will at last restore the nation are kneeling at the same altar in different clothes. Both have taken a hope that belongs in heaven and nailed it to a candidate. If you have already decided this essay is about the other side, you are the one it was written for.

Look at what the idol leaves behind where it has been served the longest, because the bill comes due in proportion to the trust. Take two cities where a single party has held nearly total power for generations, Chicago since 1931 and Baltimore since 1967, both majority-minority, both governed by the party that promised to be the people’s deliverer. The promise was believed, election after election, with a devotion most churches would envy. Here is what the devotion purchased.

In Baltimore, where roughly seven in ten students are black, state testing showed only about one in ten students proficient in math, and a few years back, Project Baltimore found nearly two dozen city schools where not a single student tested proficient in math at all. That came with a budget of over $1.5 billion and more than $21,000 per student. In Chicago, spending climbed 97% since 2012 while reading proficiency fell 63%, and an inspector general found the district spending millions on staff travel to destinations as far away as Egypt and Finland, in years when a South Side pastor was measuring reading in his own neighborhood at 6%. Two Baltimore mayors left office in disgrace, one of them for misusing gift cards meant for needy families. In Chicago, a single alderman held power for fifty-four years before a jury convicted him, and he was roughly the fortieth alderman convicted since the early 1970s. The people kept the faith. The prince kept the proceeds.

Now turn the mirror before you get comfortable. The man who stakes his peace on a national strongman, who tells himself one more election will finally turn the tide and hand back the country he grieves, has handed his hope to a son of man, too. Whether his prince governs better or worse than the other camp’s is a real question and an argument for another day. It is also beside the point standing here, because even a better prince cannot do the one thing this man is asking of him. He cannot save him. When his prince wins, the man is no less captive, only captive to a brighter mood, and when his prince fails him, and a prince always does, the disillusion lands just as hard. The idol disappoints its worshiper in the end. That is the one promise every idol keeps.

I do not want to speak about the people buried under all of this as though they were an argument. They are the plundered, and Scripture will not let me discuss their plundering coldly. “Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise, says the LORD” (Psalm 12:5). There is a grief that belongs here before any lesson does. Grieve the children robbed of their minds and the mothers who buried sons. Grieve the provision meant for the hungry that vanished into a pocket. And grieve too the quieter ruin on the other side of the aisle, the ruin of a man who poured his whole hope into a thing that was never able to carry it. Misplaced faith does not merely fail. It wounds the faithful.

And yet grief is not the whole truth about these people, and to stop there would be its own kind of insult. They are image-bearers, not children and not pawns, and image-bearers are moral agents who answer for what they choose. The deception was real at the start, and I do not doubt it. But a deception that survives decades of firsthand evidence, funeral after funeral, and failing school after failing school, slowly stops being something done to a people and becomes something a people are doing to themselves. Israel was told in plain terms how a king would take their sons and a tenth of everything they owned, and they looked the warning in the face and demanded the king anyway (1 Samuel 8). A people can do the same with a party. At some point, the cage door is no longer locked from the outside. It is being held shut from within, by hands that have grown used to the dark. To say so is not to pile on the wounded. It is to pay them the respect of believing they can still choose, which is the only ground on which anyone is ever free to walk out.

The cure is not a better prince. There is no candidate clean enough and no movement pure enough to bear the weight you keep trying to set on it, and the search for one is the idolatry, not the escape from it. “Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation” (Psalm 146:3). The Psalmist is not telling you to abandon the public square. He is telling you where salvation does not live, so that you will stop demanding it from an address that cannot supply it. “It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in princes” (Psalm 118:9).

Here is the freedom waiting on the other side of that reordering, the same freedom the honor-roll boy went years without. When your hope is already secured in the only One who can hold it, no politician owns you, and no election can destroy you. You are free to throw yourself into the work of justice with open hands, because the result was never the thing carrying your soul. The man whose trust is rightly placed can labor in the fight harder than anyone, precisely because he is not enslaved to it. He can even ask the forbidden question without fear, since his hope was never riding on the answer.

The boy who hid his honor roll handed his identity to a room, and I told you that a room is a terrible god. A people can hand their salvation to a prince just as easily, and a prince is a terrible savior, for exactly the same reason. Both ask a created thing to do what only the Creator can do, and both leave the worshiper poorer than they found him. Get your trust in order, and the cage opens. You will still love your city and your country; you may well love them more, but you will no longer be owned by them, and you will finally be free to serve your neighbor instead of worshiping the man who promised to.

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