My name is Back Row Baptist.
Well, that’s not really my name, but it’s the name I’m known by. My real name is a secret, because, well, I’m a coward.
I’m a member of a group of “Twitter Church Anons,” which are basically a bunch of people who create anonymous accounts around whatever field they work in so they can gripe, joke, and basically say the things they couldn’t say if people knew who they were.
I chose “Back Row Baptist,” not because I’m a backsliding Christian (though I do poke fun at my laziness a lot) but because I’ve seen churches at their best and at their worst. I’ve sat in the back of Baptist churches, Catholic churches, Methodist churches, Non-Denoms, etc, and I’ve had a perfect view from back here.
I’ve seen how petty, underhanded, cruel, selfish, bigoted, and backwards us Christians can be. But I’ve also seen how loving, selfless, accepting, forgiving, and kind we can be.
You see, just because we are Christians, it didn’t make us any better people automatically. We are still flawed people who desire to be better but struggle to make it happen.
And frankly, I like to find the humor in everything. Success is funny, failure is funny, life is funny, because laughter is one of the greatest gifts from God. If it weren’t for laughter, I wouldn’t have made it through the toughest times in my life and the best times in my life would have been pretty bland.
Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with shouts of joy; then they said among the nations, “The Lord has done great things for them.”
-Psalm 126:2 ESV
So, I’m here to hopefully make you laugh by poking fun at the goofy things us church folk do, and maybe every now and then, I’ll make you think too.
I’m happy to join the ranks of Congruent Culture and I look forward to my first real article. But until then, come visit me on Twitter.
Back Row Baptist is a humorous writer who can be found on Twitter. He is an actual Christian and Southern Baptist who likes to poke fun a Christians, church folk, and even himself. He chooses to remain anonymous to protect himself, because he’s a big chicken.