
Yep, it’s time to play everybody’s least-favorite game, “Bad Christian or non-Christian?”—the game in which we’re trying to discern whether or not a person’s saved.
I say “least-favorite” because I’ve been rebuked multiple times for playing this game. How dare I try to discern whether someone’s Christian or not. How dare I not take their word for it—if they call themselves Christian, why, that’s what they are!
…Well, unless they’re not
…Yeah, the people who rebuke me are nearly always playing “Bad Christian or non-Christian?” themselves. The only difference between them and me: Different metrics. They base it on whether these people claim to be a member of our religious tribe, whether they’ve recited
Me, I base it on the two requirements Jesus laid out in his Sermon on the Mount: Fruit and obedience.
Matthew 7.15-23 NET - 15“Watch out for false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are voracious wolves. 16 You will recognize them by their fruit. Grapes are not gathered from thorns or figs from thistles, are they? 17 In the same way, every good tree bears good fruit, but the bad tree bears bad fruit. 18 A good tree is not able to bear bad fruit, nor a bad tree to bear good fruit. 19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 20 So then, you will recognize them by their fruit.
- 21 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter into the kingdom of heaven—only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven. 22 On that day, many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, didn’t we prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many powerful deeds in your name?’ 23 Then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you. Go away from me, you lawbreakers!’ ”
Are they at the very least trying to exhibit
I mean, if they’re not even trying—if instead they’re reveling
“But they were Christian!”
Years ago I knew a certain non-Christian. She quit Jesus when she moved out of the house. My roommate tried to share Jesus with her, but she wasn’t having it: She grew up Christian but didn’t really believe, and now that she was out from under her parents’ thumbs she didn’t have to pretend anymore. She was perfectly happy to be pagan.
She died the next year. We attended her funeral. It was at her parents’ church. It was depressing as hell. Because all sorts of people from her church got up and shared stories about what a wonderful devout Christian she was, so now she’s gotta be with Jesus.
And I hope to goodness she is with Jesus; that he chose to forgive her skepticism, take
But I don’t know that she is with Jesus. ’Cause if she seriously wanted nothing to do with him, that’s that.
And this is why Jesus bothers to warn us, “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter into the kingdom of heaven.” Some people are only doing an outstanding job of
The family and former church of my non-Christian acquaintance, didn’t really know her; and didn’t really measure her Christianity by Jesus’s yardstick anyway. She was nice; she was great with kids. Maybe that niceness came from
Does it make her Christian? Christian enough? If I didn’t know her, I’d hope so. Problem is, I’d heard her testimony: She wasn’t Christian.
Like I said, depressing as hell. It made my roommate worry a little bit about his own salvation: What if you only look Christian, but aren’t really? I pointed out he was obviously trying to produce good fruit, and the fact he seriously cares what Jesus thinks, is really good evidence Jesus is his Lord. And yeah, in case you think I’m claiming we’re saved by how devout we are, no I’m not;
And what you were at some point—an enthusiastic child in Sunday school, a zealous newbie in the new believers’ class, a regular attendee in every meeting your church held, an active participant in Christian charities—is nice, but what are you now? Still following Jesus with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength? Or did you swap loyalties in 2016, and now fly the flags of some antichrist outside your house, and you’re trying to ignore the anger, bitterness, and hatred towards your neighbors that’s been growing in your heart ever since?
Because plenty of people are quietly, subtly changing from bad Christian to ex-Christian, and it’s never occurred to them they’ve gone apostate. It just happened. One day they loved their neighbors; the next,
Apostasy isn’t always like flipping a switch, y’know. Sometimes it is; sometimes people get frustrated at Jesus, so they quit. But for a lot of people it’s a thousand little lapses in devotion, and the end result is still an ex-Christian.
Although we might still have a Christian here! Just a very bad one. Someone who still loves Jesus, still cares what Jesus wants and thinks, still wants to be closer to him, better friends with him, and a better follower. Balls were dropped, but can still be picked back up—
How can we tell? Same as before: Fruit and obedience. Are they in any way fruity? Are they still making efforts, even little ones, to follow Jesus? Is the fire in ’em not yet dead? ’Cause the Holy Spirit can work with that.
The others—well, the Spirit can work on ’em too.

