Garden Church - Huntington Beach (CA)

1 /5 Michael Lecy: I was mistreated and alienated by this religious institution. My genuine pain and grievances were reframed as sin and spiritual failure while the church leadership avoided accountability for its own actions. I was forced to swallow an outcome that came with no genuine curiosity for my human experience or any objective inquiry into my claims or perspective. My time at this church was deeply damaging. Instead of offering support, my legitimate struggles were twisted into accusations of sin. Leadership repeatedly told me I had a "victim mentality" and that my perspective was wrong because I didn’t have the "right context." They insisted I "clean up my mess" if I wanted to be accepted back, all while refusing to acknowledge how their actions may have contributed to my pain. I was made to feel like the problem was entirely mine, with no room for reflection on the leaderships role in creating an unhealthy environment. Any attempt to express frustration was dismissed as slander or division. My emotional distress was labeled as spiritual failure, while the church’s own failures went unaddressed. This kind of spiritual gaslighting—where real pain is framed as personal sin or demonic deception—is harmful and manipulative. It erodes self-trust, fosters guilt, and creates an environment where individuals are unable to process their hurt or heal. This churchs leadership seems more interested in maintaining their image than genuinely supporting the people they claim to care for. If youre looking for a community that values healing, accountability, and genuine care, I strongly caution you to look elsewhere.

1 /5 Ace of Praise: I arrived at the church event, expecting to find a Christian community and participate in open, honest conversations about life, faith, and meaning. This event was part of a series designed to create space for people to explore these topics together in a Christian environment. The moment I walked into the church, I was immediately surprised. I was welcomed by staff who asked me to put on a name tag—nothing unusual. Then, I was directed toward something unexpected—a stunning, well-stocked bar with spirits set up right inside the church. It featured an array of wines—whites, reds, and even some craft beers and seltzers. There was a bartender behind the counter, making lighthearted jokes and even asking me for my ID with a playful smile. I’m not someone who drinks often, and I hadn’t planned on drinking at all that night. Yet, the whole experience gave me an underlying sense of anxiety. I accepted a glass of red wine, even though it felt out of place for a church event, and I did question everyone, wondering if this was a joke. I took a few sips, but I couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all. As I sipped my wine, the church played a video—testimonies of people who had struggled with alcohol addiction, pouring their hearts out about their recovery. I stood there, holding a glass of wine in a place that was supposed to be about healing, while these brave souls shared their battles with addiction. The discomfort hit me like a tidal wave. It felt so wrong, so contradictory. Why was I drinking while listening to stories of people overcoming the very substance I was holding? Then the atmosphere shifted. After the video ended, we were invited to join small groups, and once again, wine was generously offered. There was something almost hypnotic in the way it was presented, making it hard to decline, I ended up having two glasses. The setting—charming, relaxed, and elegant—seemed to gently encourage you to lower your defenses and indulge. But as I continued to take it all in, an unsettling feeling crept over me. Why was alcohol playing such a prominent role in this event? I began to feel uneasy, my thoughts spiraling. “Could something have been slipped into the wine?” I wondered, suddenly on edge. The idea crossed my mind that maybe this was something darker than it appeared. With this Church located on the bay, surrounded by fishing boats and yachts, I couldn’t shake the thought: “Could this be a cover for something more sinister?” My anxiety spiked. I’ve witnessed enough unusual situations in Orange County to know that danger can often hide behind seemingly good intentions. As I joined my small group, the unease deepened. The staff and regular attendees had glassy eyes, slow movements, and slurred speech. It was unsettling—those meant to guide us seemed lost in their own fog. The darkness I’d felt earlier now hung over everyone. Something was deeply wrong and it was not just alcohol. I sat next to a woman who, with tears in her eyes, revealed she was in Alcoholics Anonymous, battling her addiction to alcohol. And there I was, holding a glass of wine right next to her. The smell of the red wine from my cup was unmistakable, and I knew she could smell it too. The horror of that moment was overwhelming—like a punch to the gut. I could hardly breathe, paralyzed by the sheer wrongness of it. Every fiber of my being screamed, “Get out!” Yet, I was trapped in this twisted scene, horrified that I was part of it. I left that night with a sense of unease that I couldn’t shake. I reached out to the church, seeking explanation. But no one responded. The silence left me with a haunting realization: Not every open door should be walked through, and not every place that claims to offer refuge is what it seems. This wasn’t the first unsettling experience I’d had at a church in Orange County. I once attended a church where the leader, who led and hosted our prayer meetings and worship, was later charged with orchestrating a multi-million dollar fraud at the location of church. AS A WARNING: DO NOT GO TO GARDEN CHURCH!!

2 /5 jackie Nanfro: I had stopped in on a random during service one day on the way to my home church for a few minutes and thought to myself I will have to come back here and give this place a shot one day. Time had passed and my family and I decided to attend a Sunday service. First service I attended was amazing. Upon returning for a few more services my opinion had changed drastically. After attending a half a dozen services, multiple at that, minus the front door greeter, not one person had come up to introduce themselves to me or my family. Having four different services on a Sunday I thought might be good with having multiple options to attend never missing a Sunday service. If I’m being 100 percent honest, it started to feel more like a turn and burn church just trying to capitalize off tithing. There is a different pastor every Sunday which felt very impersonal. The worship music became the same song and dance every time and the worship leader would face away from the audience and sing, which I thought was awkward. We took the kids to the kids ministry at the end of service to find out what options they had for kids. The woman who was in charged seemed to be more occupied with her own children then giving us her undivided attention to the new comers. They didn’t have any available women’s ministry. In addition, I found it really hard to take notes during services due to the inconsistency of pastors. At the end of the day this is just my personal experience. I hope Jesus finds everyone and their home in the house if the lord. God bless

5 /5 Kaylin Hurley: Been trying out this church for a few weeks now after deciding to look at some new churches and leave my home church and I have really loved every minute of it. The worship is wonderful, the congregation is so welcoming, and the pastors give a wonderful word, but most importantly they are so present and accessible. Love the realness and vulnerability this space provides. God is truly moving in this church!

1 /5 Ericka Carson: I dropped by on a Sunday evening and their service was already in session. I opened the door outside that led to the hallway, then the first door on the right where the Sunday evening service was being held suddenly opened up and a church member walked out and I briefly looked inside from where I was standing in the hallway, literally only a few seconds went by and my gut dropped! This place made me sick to my stomach and till this day every time I pass Peters landing where the "GARDEN CHURCH" is located at, I get that feeling in my gut that I know comes from God and hes telling me something is definitely wrong with this church and their congregation!! Very organized, strange, cult like feeling...