“I used to think I was doing God's work. I said all the right words—quoted Scripture at rallies, ended speeches with 'God bless America,' attended prayer breakfasts with cameras rolling. I genuinely believed I was defending the faith. But over time, I started noticing something: I was talking about Jesus, but I wasn’t listening to him.
I supported policies that turned away the stranger, criminalized the poor, and excused cruelty in the name of security. I justified it by telling myself it was pragmatic, necessary, strong. But then I reread the Gospels—not for a sermon, not for spin, just to listen. And I saw a man who healed on the Sabbath, who forgave enemies, who welcomed the ones I had learned to ignore. I realized I was defending a version of Christianity that made me comfortable and electable—but not Christlike.
When I changed direction, I knew I’d lose something. And I did. My poll numbers dropped. Donors pulled away. People accused me of going soft, of betraying the cause. But I’ll tell you this: for the first time in years, I can look in the mirror without feeling like a fraud. I can pray without needing to convince God of anything. I don’t know what comes next for my career, but I do know who I want to be: not a Christian in name only, but someone who walks, however imperfectly, in the footsteps of Jesus. If that costs me power, so be it. I’d rather lose votes than lose my soul.”