Evangelical Christianity in the United States has been enamored by a God of white respectability since before the nation’s founding: a God that looks, acts, and speaks like a good white man. It’s cliched to discuss images of God as an elderly gentleman with a flowing white beard casting lightning bolts against evil from atop a gold-lined cloud, and that image no longer captures the imagination of people for whom God is fundamentally about law, order, and righteousness. For that, many white evangelicals envision their God as a middle-aged white man in a police uniform, valiantly defending their sensibilities with a thin blue line of pre-integration nostalgia.