Napoleon’s Rock, Trump’s Wound, Christ’s Empire of Love
Napoleon Bonaparte knew what it is to bend nations. He knew the mechanics of fear, the uses of spectacle, the strange electricity of a leader’s presence. He also knew, at the end, what it is to be reduced to a few rooms on a wind-scoured rock in the South Atlantic, watched by enemies, studied by guards, and left with little but memory, books, pain, and time. That change in circumstance does not by itself produce wisdom. Many men become bitter when the world stops obeying them. But Napoleon’s exile on Saint Helena, beginning in late 1815, produced something more interesting. It produced a sustained, strangely luminous series of reflections on Jesus Christ that, at least in tone, stand at a sharp angle to his earlier, utilitarian deployment of religion.
This essay’s thesis is simple and explicit. It is what Napoleon can teach us about Christ. The comparison to President Trump is a thread, not the fabric. Still, it matters. Trump’s public voice in his second term has been marked by a change in register after a sequence that any serious observer would describe as extraordinary: a triumphant rise culminating in 2016, political banishment in 2021, relentless prosecutions across multiple jurisdictions, and then an assassination attempt in Butler in the summer of 2024 that left him bloody and wounded, only inches from death, followed by a return to power and a popular vote victory in October 2024. Napoleon’s banishment and Trump’s trials are not the same kind of thing. But both are forms of enforced confrontation with contingency, with mortality, with limits. And it is precisely there, at the boundary of human power, that Napoleon’s most arresting claims about Jesus take shape.

Begin with the Napoleon of power. He was raised Catholic, but he was never devout in the ordinary sense. In his years as general and ruler, he often spoke as a pragmatist. Religion, for him, was a technology of social order, a political instrument, a stabilizer after revolutionary chaos. In a Council of State discussion in March 1806, he brushed aside the doctrine that Christians treat as central, the Incarnation, and redirected attention to the worldly function of belief. His point was blunt: religion ties an idea of equality to heaven and thereby reduces the likelihood that the poor will slaughter the rich. That is not a devotional sentence. It is an administrative sentence.
This is not to say Napoleon was an atheist. He often treated atheism as shallow, and he sometimes gestured toward the stars with the old question, who made all that. But even those gestures, when reported by aides, come to us as the questions of a philosopher-emperor, not of a penitent. He could be brazenly opportunistic. He is reported to have said that he could be Muslim in Egypt and Catholic in France for the good of the people, and that he did not believe in religions, but did believe that the idea of a God is demanded by the cosmos. Even allowing for exaggeration, the outlook is consistent. Religion is a tool, a public necessity, a political ally, a source of moral discipline, and occasionally a piece of theater.
There is a natural objection here. Perhaps this is merely the standard posture of rulers, the public face of a man who privately believed more than he let on. Maybe. But even on that generous reading, what is striking about the Saint Helena material is not merely that Napoleon speaks about God. It is that he speaks about Jesus in particular, and with a kind of ardor, as though the figure of Christ, not merely the idea of providence, has begun to press on him.
Now move to exile. After Waterloo and the British decision to send him far away, Napoleon arrives at Saint Helena late in 1815. The world narrows. He has companions, such as General Henri Bertrand, and secretaries, such as Emmanuel de Las Cases. He has time to relitigate his life in conversation, to build his own narrative, to fight for his legacy in memory when he cannot fight on the field. This could easily produce mere propaganda. It sometimes did. But the best Saint Helena records also contain passages that do not read like ordinary political mythmaking. They read like a mind discovering an uncomfortable comparison.
One of the most cited exchanges occurs in discussions with Bertrand, a skeptic. Bertrand presses a familiar modern doubt: Jesus, he suggests, is merely a man, perhaps a great one, later draped in divine language by admirers. Napoleon’s reply is reported as emphatic. He says he knows men, and Jesus is not a man. He insists that Christianity is separated from other religions by an infinite distance. This is an astonishing claim from a man who built an empire by force and often spoke of religion as social glue.
What is Napoleon doing in this argument. He is not offering a technical proof. He is offering an inference from a certain kind of historical data, the kind he believes himself uniquely qualified to read. He lists the great empire builders, Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and, without modesty, himself. He notes what their achievements depend on: force, institutions, the presence of command. Then he sets Christ against them. Jesus, he says, founded an empire on love, and at this hour millions would die for him. Napoleon then turns the knife inward. When he was present, he could kindle devotion with a glance, a word, the charge of his personality. But absent him, the devotion fades. He lacked the secret of perpetuating love for himself in the hearts of men without physical means. Yet Christ, absent for centuries, still commands living loyalty.
The structure of the thought matters. Napoleon is not simply praising Jesus as a moral teacher. He is contrasting two kinds of rule. There is rule by compulsion and rule by attraction. There is rule that requires proximity and rule that survives distance. There is rule that dies with the ruler and rule that persists when the ruler is dead. Napoleon, the engineer of coercion, is forced, by the evidence of Christian history, to admit that Christ operates by a category his own genius did not master.
This is, already, a lesson about Christ. If Christianity is true, then Jesus is not one more founder, one more charismatic origin point, one more revolutionary who happens to win. He is, instead, the center of a form of sovereignty that cannot be reduced to ordinary instruments. Napoleon sees this even if he does not formulate it in scholastic terms. He sees that the Church’s persistence, across empires and persecutions, is not well explained by the standard forces of power politics.
Consider a second strand. Las Cases reports Napoleon reading the New Testament, including the Sermon on the Mount, and expressing admiration for the purity and sublimity of Christ’s morality. But he does not stop at admiration. He describes the Gospel not as a mere book, but as something living, with an efficacy that conquers opposition. Again, the language is instructive. Napoleon cannot help but speak in terms of conquest. Yet here the conquest is not military. It is spiritual. It is conquest by truth and charity.
Napoleon then points to what he calls Christ’s moral consistency. From first to last, he says, Jesus is the same, majestic and simple, infinitely firm and infinitely gentle. In other lives, he says, there are imperfections. Men buckle under circumstance. They compromise. They become petty. But Christ, in the Gospel portrait, is steady. Napoleon takes that steadiness as evidence. It is, for him, part of what makes Jesus feel unlike an ordinary historical actor.
In a third strand, Napoleon reaches for a conclusion that, if accurately reported, is the most explicit claim in the Saint Helena material. After laying out the contrast between human empires and Christ’s empire, he says that this proves to him the divinity of Christ. He is even reported to have scolded Bertrand, half joking but not wholly, for failing to perceive that Jesus Christ is God.
Here a puzzled reader will ask a fair question. How seriously should we take these quotations. They are recorded second-hand. Some were published later, and later publication invites shaping, polishing, and sometimes outright invention. This is not a small worry, and no intellectually honest essay should ignore it.
But there are reasons to treat the core as at least broadly authentic. Multiple witnesses, including Montholon, later affirmed that these conversations occurred. Bertrand, despite his skepticism, did not publicly deny that Napoleon spoke this way. And the speeches, as even some secular historians have noted, have a recognizably Napoleonic cadence: sweeping comparisons, confidence in judging greatness, strategic rhetoric, and a mixture of ego and introspection. Even if particular sentences were refined, the basic posture, Napoleon reflecting on Jesus as a category apart, fits the setting: an aging ruler, stripped of force, forced to reckon with forms of power he cannot command.
There is also a more concrete datum. In his last months, Napoleon identified himself as dying in the Apostolic and Roman religion in which he was born, and he received Catholic rites on his deathbed. That alone does not prove deep conversion. Men do ritual for comfort. But it does show that the religious cynic of early career is not the whole story of the end.
Now turn, briefly and carefully, to Trump. The comparison should not be overworked. Napoleon’s crimes and Trump’s controversies are not commensurable. Napoleon was a military autocrat. Trump is a constitutional executive. The point is narrower. Both men experienced a rise, then a collapse, then a period in which their opponents acted as though the story was finished. Napoleon’s story ends on Saint Helena. Trump’s did not. Still, Trump’s period after 2021, marked by legal warfare, political exile, and then the Butler attempt in the summer of 2024, created a setting in which the proximity of death and the reality of fragility became harder to treat as abstractions.
If you are looking for a philosophical description of what such moments do, it is this. They collapse certain illusions. When life is smooth, it is easy to believe that control is natural. When institutions obey you, it is easy to assume the obedience is permanent. When your body is healthy, it is easy to treat mortality as a distant rumor. But a near-death experience, or years under coordinated pressure, makes contingency visible. It forces the mind to confront the gap between what we command and what we merely borrow for a time.
Napoleon, in exile, confronts that gap. His reflections on Jesus are, in part, reflections on the limits of his own kind of greatness. Trump, after Butler and then after the improbable political return of 2024, has gestured toward something similar. The tonal shift is not a full theological treatise. It is a greater willingness to speak about providence, to speak about purpose, and to acknowledge that survival can feel like a gift rather than an entitlement.
This is where Napoleon can teach us about Christ. He teaches us first that Christ is not best understood as a rival emperor. Christ’s kingdom is not one more regime competing on the same plane. Napoleon makes that clear by accident, because he keeps comparing, and every comparison breaks. Caesar commands by legions. Jesus commands by love. Napoleon commands by presence. Jesus commands across absence. Napoleon commands bodies. Jesus commands consciences. You may reject the theological conclusion, but you cannot easily deny the phenomenon: Christianity has shown a peculiar capacity to sustain devotion across centuries without the normal machinery of state.
Napoleon teaches us second that the moral portrait of Jesus is not easily explained away as ordinary hero worship. Napoleon is not a naive man. He is a student of propaganda and myth. Yet the Gospel, as he reads it, overawes him. Its blend of firmness and gentleness, its moral steadiness, its refusal to posture, its ability to draw love without coercion, strikes him as distinct. Again, you may resist the inference. But the datum is important. Even a master of political psychology finds Christ difficult to reduce.
Napoleon teaches us third that the most telling test of power is what remains when force is stripped away. Napoleon’s empire collapses. His name remains, but as a historical artifact, debated and judged. Christ’s empire, if one can call it that, remains as a living allegiance. Napoleon sees that the Church outlives emperors not because it has better cavalry, but because it traffics in something deeper: forgiveness, charity, hope, and a claim about reality that demands personal submission.
And this brings the comparison to Trump into focus, but in a disciplined way. A modern political leader, even one as consequential as Trump, is still operating within the world of institutions and incentives. His achievements, like any statesman’s, depend on coalitions, laws, enforcement, and the will of voters. But when Trump’s opponents sought to destroy him through coordinated legal and political pressure, and when he nearly died in Butler, those were reminders that the world of force, even when it is institutional force, is never the ultimate horizon. There is a deeper question, the one Napoleon faced in his room on Saint Helena, what kind of power can endure when the body fails.
A reader might worry that this is pious overreach. Perhaps Napoleon’s Saint Helena talk was partly theatrical. Perhaps it was partly legacy management. Perhaps Trump’s tonal shift is partly rhetorical. These are reasonable cautions. But they do not erase the core lesson. Even if you grant mixed motives, you can still learn from the comparisons these men themselves could not avoid. Power that leans on coercion is brittle. Power that leans on love is strangely durable. An empire of force can conquer territory. It cannot conquer the heart.
The Christian claim is stronger still. It is that the durability of Christ’s rule by love is not merely sociological. It is metaphysical. It flows from who Christ is. Napoleon, in his best moments on Saint Helena, seems to sense this. He frames it as the distance of infinity between Christianity and other religions. He frames it as proof of divinity. He frames it as a perpetual miracle: a dead man, and yet a living king.
If you want to understand the appeal of that claim, do not start with modern academic sneers. Start with the way a worldly genius, a man who understood violence, prestige, propaganda, and human weakness, found himself disarmed by the figure of Jesus. Napoleon did not become a saint. But he became, for a moment, an unintended witness. He looked at the ruins of his own coercive greatness and saw another kind of greatness, one that asks not for a salute, but for surrender.
That is what Napoleon can teach us about Christ. The teacher is not Napoleon. The teacher is Christ. Napoleon is the foil. Trump is a modern echo of the same human pattern: rise, banishment, threat, return. But the subject is the same. Human power is real. It matters. It can do good or evil. Yet it is always fragile. The most decisive question is whether there exists a kingdom that does not depend on the fragile mechanisms of force. Napoleon, sitting on his Atlantic rock, thought he had found the answer.
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I very much enjoyed this piece. Again we see what God promises us in Isaiah and Phillipians, that "every knee shall bow and every tongue confess."
Trump's second term compares to Napoleon's truimphant return from exile on Elba, and I pray that Trump doesn't flame out into permanent exile as Napoleon did on St. Helena. Our Deep State is just as determined to rid themselves of Trump as the ancien regimes of Europe were to rid themselves of Napoleon.