There is a spiritual counterfeit more dangerous than outright unbelief — one that wears the vocabulary of grace and covenant while replacing the transcendent center with a political program. Both the religious right and the religious left have produced their versions of this: ideologies that recruit God as mascot, that resolve the irreducible paradox of the Gospel into a legible platform, that mistake the ferocity of tribal belonging for the fire of genuine faith. The mystics had a word for this. They called it idolatry — not the crude kind, but the subtlest kind: worshipping a thing of our own making in the place where Mystery was supposed to dwell.