When Politics Trumped Faith

As a child, I was taught that the most important characteristic about a political candidate was their faith: as a Christian nation, we needed Christian leaders, preferably born again and evangelical. Learning to swim in waters so thick with political convictions and action, it felt at times as though the world around me inhaled religion and exhaled politics, and somewhere inside us one became the other.

The political world changed over time, and so did my faith. Once I learned that I could fail and God would still love me, I started to understand grace and fell in love with being a part of the Methodist movement that places grace at the center. Once I released the list of “Don’ts” that I clung to as a life-preserver in a terrifying sea of sin, I found solid footing on all the “Do’s” of a loving God. I began to walk forward. I found passages in John and 1 Corinthians and Isaiah that became old companions on the journey; my oldest and my dearest friends, always faithful, always present.

The years passed and I journeyed far and wide seeking to be a good Methodist, to “Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can.”

I messed up plenty – as often as everyday and as recently as this morning – but I put my heart and soul into it. I tried so hard. Every day. I tried to live with faithful discipline, love with liberal generosity, and learn with determined optimism. With time, I learned that faith was not about what I did or did not do, it was about the fact that God loved me and that love required a response.

One of the biggest changes I had to make was the choice to accept my calling to preach after being raised in a church that taught that women were not to be clergy. I wrestled so hard with it; the struggle most intense between the age of 20 and 25, when one of my deepest points of identity fought for it’s very survival against the erroneous teachings of my youth that tried to tell my calling that it deserved to die; that it was heresy; that I was heretic.

My calling won, and I proceeded forward as United Methodist clergy, fully ordained, fully credentialed, fully amazed by what God had done with a little girl who had never imagined she’d live in a world that wanted to hear her voice.

As my faith grew, it brought me to acquire a set of my own deep convictions: some the same I had been raised with, some different, and some quite the opposite. I came to understand how Christianity had been co-opted and used to justify the expansion of Empire after Empire; how the same Empire that had issued Jesus’s death warrant, would be the first one to recognize the power of misusing his name.

I decided that my faith could inform my politics, but that for the sake of my faith, it was too dangerous to mix them together in the same bowl and end up losing track of which was which.

My faith changed, and so did the political world around me. When I crossed paths again with the Republican Party of my youth, I saw a stranger before me and I felt betrayed. I may not have found myself in sync with the Republican Party, but I expected that when we came across one another he would at least look familiar and we could be civil with one another. He had, after all, sat at my dinner table every evening growing up. I may have taken a different path in life, but I felt unreasonably aggravated that the old path did not feel familiar.

When I bumped into the Republican Party, he told me that Barack Obama, a member of the United Church of Christ, was a Muslim; and that Mitt Romney, a member of the Mormon religion, was closer to the evangelical Christian ideal. I was so confused; I felt like the whole world had been turned upside down. I had been okay with all the changes that had taken place within me, but I felt betrayed by the changes that had taken place within the world I left behind. I no longer recognized the Republican Party when he told me that Donald Trump was a Christian man; although there was a flicker of familiarity when he claimed that Hillary Clinton was not a Christian, that was an old song he had sung all throughout my youth.

Yet, when Hillary spoke, I could not deny I heard the echoes of her Methodist upbringing in her words; I heard that earnest determination, that Wesleyan intensity, that I shared with other Methodist women like Jarena Lee, Harper Lee, and Sandra Bland.

On Trump’s tongue, I heard poison. A poison that threatened to destroy everything I am and everything I love. Fear. Hate. Mockery. Sexism. Racism. Xenophobia. Power. Greed.

I wondered how could the political realm I had grown up in have changed so much? Then again, maybe it never changed; perhaps we are only just becoming aware of the repercussions. While we were inhaling religion and exhaling politics, did we never realize that the direction of the wind might change? Did we never realize that we might choke on our own exhaust?

Maybe it was politics that trumped faith all along. We just failed to see it clearly until now.

 

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7 thoughts on “When Politics Trumped Faith”

  1. I think the lack of listening to the American voter by both parties has brought us to this point.

    We now have two candidates that no one would trust to walk their dog. Anger has entered politics. Seething anger that started with Clinton, continued with Bush and has blown up with Obama.

    Politics is no longer about ideas, dialog, or compromise. Its all about yelling, protesting and insults. Sadly this has seeped into all sectors of our society, including religious institutions. The one thing that I find troubling is that “the church” feels as though it needs politicians to gain power to have influence on society.

    I wrote about this https://thesystemsscientist.com/2016/07/04/is-trump-the-evangelicals-new-drug-for-political-power/ . We see the exact opposite of what the Apostle Paul was telling the believers in Corinth. If we read Paul’s letter to the church at Corinth, we see that the believers there weren’t rich, wise, powerful or influential. In fact God made it an effort to have the poor, weak and influential come to faith to nullify the powerful. 1 Corinthians 1:26-31

    Yet every time we go to church during the election season its always about we need to get out and vote to impact society. No we dont. WE need to get out of the church building! It will be our actions, love and grace that we show to others that will impact our society not politics.

    I enjoyed your piece and hope to hear more during the election about politics and religion.

  2. Hello, Hannah. I just stumbled onto an article written by you through “Ministry Matters” and so I went searching for your blog. I felt like I just had to respond with big “thank you”. I am currently pastor of a small independent Bible Church after serving overseas for 20 years. My wife and I are still in disbelief and deeply saddened to see how we were “inhaling religion and exhaling politics.” So after 3 decades of hearing how character matters from high-profile Evangelicals – I now realize now that it really doesn’t that it was ALWAYS about politics. The Gospel seems to have had very little to do with the conservative movement. Keep up the good work, Hannah. Your writing is insightful and heartfelt. Again, thank-you.

  3. Hello, Hannah. I just stumbled onto an article written by you through “Ministry Matters” and so I went searching for your blog. I felt like I just had to respond with big “thank you”. I am currently pastor of a small independent Bible Church after serving overseas for 20 years. My wife and I are still in disbelief and deeply saddened to see how we were “inhaling religion and exhaling politics.” So after 3 decades of hearing how character matters from high-profile Evangelicals – I now realize now that it really doesn’t that it was ALWAYS about politics. The Gospel seems to have had very little to do with the conservative movement. Keep up the good work, Hannah. Your writing is insightful and heartfelt. Again, thank-you.

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