And by lack of religiosity, Sullivan means, Trump does not support Democrat leftist welfare and social policy.
Trump’s proposed budget, released this week, would eviscerate basic support for the poor in order to reward the already stupendously superrich, and would lay waste to the natural world so that our collective wealth, already greater than any country’s in human history, could be goosed some more. His party’s health-care plan would throw 23 million people off their insurance, even as he pretends it will cover everyone. Every pillar of Trump’s essential character is a cardinal sin for Christians: lust, gluttony, greed, envy, anger, and pride. We are all guilty of these, of course, but there is in Trump a centrality to them, a shame-free celebration of them, that is close to unique in the history of the American presidency. I will never understand how more than half of white Catholics could vote for such a man, or how the leadership of the church could be so terribly silent when such a monster stalks the earth.
Donald Trump is not a religious man. Neither was Barack Obama (apart from his membership in Jeremiah Wrights “Gawd Damn America” Church). Neither was Bill Clinton. None of this was troubling to Mr. Sullivan. In fact, his adoration of Barack Obama was quite a thing to behold.
Andrew Sullivan is one of those people who looks at Jesus Christ not as a figure who should transform him, but rather as a figure who must validate Andrew Sullivan’s moral convictions. Hence, Andrew Sullivan’s Jesus Christ is a person who would cheer promiscuous, drug-fueled circuit party sex and would vote Democrat in every election. According to his Jesus Christ, caring for the poor and sick is not a personal responsibility; but rather something from which virtue is derived by demanding that other people’s wealth be confiscated and used for.
The left finally found a version of Jesus Christ they appreciate: The magical, invisible, socialist in the sky.