What comes to mind though, is a verse from the Eagles' song Learn to Be Still
We are like sheep without a shepherd
We don't know how to be alone
So we wander 'round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home
But the flock cries out for another
And they keep answering that bell
And one more starry-eyed messiah
Meets a violent farewell-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
There are a lot of Christians who get involved in politics looking for a messiah. Find a candidate who professes Christ, who is open and bold about that profession. Somebody who seems to be a true believer. If we can just get that person into office, then everything will be well. The world will be saved. Life will be wonderful. Jimmy Carter roped people in that way. Mike Huckabee played to that audience, too. Pat Robertson toys with them. James Dobson encourages them.
Some don't want the messiah figure in politics. Some just want him as a preacher. He'll tell me what I need to know. He'll save me. Robert Schuller, Jimmy Baker, and many, many others have played this game to lead people not to Christ, but to themselves.
Sooner or later, though, just like Dr. Bosworth, they turn out to be mere mortals after all. Finding they've followed the wrong god home - one who is no god at all, their supporters abandon them in disgust, but they do not learn to be still, trusting the messiah who's resurrection we celebrate this weekend. Instead, they wander around this desert a while, crying out for another. And there will be another - they keep answering the bell.
I suppose I should make the effort, though. In a way, this blog is part of the effort. I want people to see it is possible to be Christian, engaged in politics, and not act as if every opinion I hold, no matter how much I believe it to be true, defines the boundaries of Christian faithfulness. I want people to see in what I write here what is, frankly, a fairly strident political conservativism that nevertheless acknowledges the tentativeness and temporary quality of all human opinions. I don't want people to think I've got some inside track on the mind of God. I even want people to see at the outset enough of my faults that, no matter how much they may concur with my opinions, they have no delusions about me. I am mere man, no more, no less. The messiah is someone else, not me.
If I can figure out a way to publish a bit further abroad, in areas where Dr. Bosworth is playing her messianic schtick, I will. But I fear most of those so reached will only look for - and find - another to fleece them.