The Worst Kind Of Christian
Gatekeeping, Brothers-In-Error, Heretics, Judaizers, And Libertines
Let me begin with a confession: the problem with the world is me.
I’m the Worst Kind of Christian—and that’s the only honest answer.
If you wander into the echo chambers of Progressive “Christianity”—my favorite places to lurk and troll—you’ll encounter a well-worn narrative: “This is why I left the Church.” Or, “This is why I left Christianity.”
It usually plays out like this: someone posts a moral outrage—a pastor caught in abuse, or perhaps a pastor simply defending a politically inconvenient truth—and the conclusion is always the same: this is why I’m done with faith. This is why I’ve chosen the Lake of Fire.
Now, let’s be clear—the sins of Christians and Christian leaders are real and many. But no one who’s been rescued from the edge of their own destruction ever walks away because of the guy next to them. Not really.
You can’t claim forgiveness and withhold it from others—not if the Gospel has actually pierced your heart.
I’ve been betrayed, deeply—soul-shatteringly. I’ve nursed bitterness. I’ve wished for justice, for vengeance. I’ve said and thought foolish things. But those dark flashes are always interrupted by the Spirit’s gentle, unrelenting reminder: Remember from what you’ve been forgiven.
And these days, my Soteriology sounds suspiciously Calvinist. Because honestly, I can’t stop wondering why God would save me.
The blessing of “my sins are ever before me” is this: it robs my rebellion of its power and replaces it with mercy. It breaks the cycle. It teaches me to forgive—not because I’m noble, but because I’m desperate for grace.
So when people complain about “bad Christians,” I shrug. That’s the only kind there is. And if I were outside the faith, I think I’d find that oddly comforting. A religion full of broken people?
Sounds like a perfect place for someone like me.
Winning churches walk in sanctified transparency.
They don’t revel in their shame—but they boast in their weakness so they can glory in the work of Christ.
There’s a world of difference.
It’s not the so-called Libertine Christians who tear families and churches apart.
It’s the Judaizers.
It’s not the man wrestling with sin you need to worry about.
It’s the one who thinks he’s won the match already.
Watch the self-righteous.
They’re usually the ones seething with resentment—quick to spot the speck in everyone else’s eye while being blind to the plank in their own.
They parade a harsh critique of others’ failures and show a stunning tolerance for their own hypocrisy.
So should Christians “gatekeep” or “judge?” Of course. And here’s why:
