There continues to be sober reflection on what the Trumpian moment means for the future of evangelicalism, and rightly so. We are in a time of reckoning for the churches. As with all reflection on evangelicalism, however, conclusions are necessarily fragmented. I become more convinced that the best we can hope for is a cubist portrait of the movement, even though we try for some form of expressionism. Of course, any portrait depends on how the lines are drawn, and the lines of the evangelical world are more like clouds than clocks. I thought about this recently, after reading columns by Ross Douthat and Alan Jacobs on evangelical intellectual life and the evangelical crisis in the age of Trump.