"We are all sinners."

NO, WE ARE NOT!

This is one propaganda I am never falling for.

I didn’t plan to write about this today. But for some reason, some things I heard this week pulled it out of me.

Crazy things are happening. Too many crazy things.

I remember something my aunt once said that stuck with me permanently. She said, and it was on a Sunday, “Today is Sunday. Billions of people across the world are trooping in and out of churches — and yet, the world still remains a terrible place.”

That line hit me. It still does.

Back in the early church days, there were only a handful of Christians. Christianity had not become as widespread as it is now. And yet somehow, the gospel spread — to Syria, Asia Minor, Egypt, Samaria, and faraway places like that. Which tells me one thing: the word Christian should mean something. It should shift culture. Change atmospheres. Actually have an impact on lives.

But today?

We carry the same title as those believers — Christian — and somehow, we’re part of what’s making the world worse. From the little things to the big ones, we participate in sin… and then excuse it with: “Nobody’s perfect.”

To be honest, of all the many things people do that hurt God, that must be on the top of the list. Intentionally going against his commandments, numbing that tiny voice, that nudging in your heart to not do the wrong thing until it goes completely silent, and when you’re done pleasing your flesh, you’d have the audacity to say, “Nobody is perfect. After all, we’re all sinners.”

I am not saying that we are supposed to be perfect at all times. But doing the wrong thing and trying to gaslight God that it’s because I’m human? That’s just so wrong.

No. I reject that narrative. I don’t care how common it is…I’m not subscribing to it.

And now, under this same “we’re not perfect” propaganda, people live double lives. As one of my favorite pastors once said, “They go to the club on Saturday to smoke shisha, then come to church on Sunday to raise incense.” And that is truly how we live. As though we’re doing God a favor. “We are actually trying our best.” “Can’t he see that we are not perfect? That we’re just human?”

“If He didn’t want me to smoke, He wouldn’t have put the desire in me. Isn’t he the one that created me?”

Do you see how ridiculous that sounds?

Now replace “smoke” with anything — gossip, lust, dishonesty, greed. Suddenly it becomes obvious how lazy and dangerous and, in fact, stupid that logic is.

Just the other day (and two of my friends who’ll read this know exactly what I’m talking about because they were there), a married man was describing an attractive woman on his street that’s obviously not his wife. Describing every detail. Every curve. Like a football commentator analyzing a match. And they were laughing. Like really laughing.

“We have eyes na. We see these things. See, we’re all sinners.”

It made me uncomfortable. Especially because these were Christians. Doing things Jesus would never be proud of and acting like it’s normal. Like it’s nothing.

Yes, I’ve heard the line: “The church is a hospital, not a museum. It’s for the sick, not the perfect.”
Sure.
But must you remain sick?

At some point, healing should happen. Growth should happen. Conviction should hit. Repentance should happen.
We Christians need to start holding ourselves accountable. You don’t just owe it to yourself; you owe it to God.

Take responsibility when you mess up. Own it. Fix it. Stop weaponizing grace as a cover-up. As a get-out-of-jail-free card every single time. It’s disrespectful. It’s exhausting. And it’s not what Christianity represents.

Christianity isn’t a badge you wear on Sundays. It’s not a label you claim because you can’t claim another religion. It’s a lifestyle. It’s a heart posture. It’s something you live out even when it’s inconvenient. Especially when it’s inconvenient.

There are days sin will walk right up to you, fully dressed, offering itself on a platter, but you can’t take it. You just can’t. Because you’re not that person anymore. It’s not in your DNA. Even when your body wants to give in, your Spirit says, “No. That’s not who I am.” Big sin or small sin. You say no.

I’ve seen people who call themselves Christians portray a version of Christ that is terrifying. Worshipping so piously on Sunday, yet living Monday through Saturday like they never even heard of God.

It’s wild.

Some of them even hold positions in church.
Real stories. People who are seen in questionable places during the week, but on Sunday? They’re holding the mic, standing on the altar, lifting ‘holy’ hands.

And if you’re reading this thinking, “It’s not that deep,” or “We’re not perfect anyway…”
Let me say it plainly:

It’s that deep. Infact, this is for you.

We are called to walk toward perfection. Not settle in sin. It’s like saying, “I’m sick, but there’s no point taking medicine. Because I can always go to the hospital. I can wait till I’m about to die. I can keep suffering in pain.” What?!

The Bible made it very clear:

"The foundation of God stands sure, having this seal: The Lord knows those who are His. And let everyone who names the name of Christ depart from iniquity.” (1 Timothy 2:19)
Depart.
Not tolerate.
Not manage.
Not accommodate.
Depart.

Yes, we’re not perfect, but that should sound like: “I’m not perfect, but I’m working toward perfection in Christ.”
Not: “I’m not perfect, so let me remain in sin.”

I don’t believe this is what God had in mind when He died for us. I really don’t.

With some of the stories I’ve heard recently, I can fully understand how God could look a person dead in the eye, someone who was always present in Church on Sundays, and say,
“Depart from me. I never knew you.”
Or,
“You called me ‘Lord, Lord,’ but your heart was far from me.”

Do you know how crazy that is?

To live your whole life wearing the label of “Christian” but at the end, the label of the jar gets peeled off, the container is opened, and the content is rotten.

May that never be said of us.

We’re not “all sinners.”
We are redeemed.
We are called.
We are set apart.

Let’s start acting like it.

Until next week,
Titilayo.