I more fear what is within me than what comes from without.   
-Martin Luther
It’s not always surprising to me when I hear all-out-hard-core sinners bemoaning those Christians.  There is no doubt we could do a better job representing Jesus—I have no beef with the argument so much.  If you happen to be one of those elite Christians who thinks otherwise, let me know—I’ll pray for you.  The line of reasoning that followers of Jesus are supposed to be perfect is ludicrous if you ask me—when I read my copy of the New Testament I don’t read anything that gives me the impression the early church was either. 
What is clear is that Jesus was perfect. 
Recently, a favorite preacher of mine made mention of a T-shirt among his varied collection that reads Jesus, save me from your followers.  We have all felt that way—most of us anyways—and for good reason I’m sure.  But the T-shirt would really better read Jesus, save me from myself.   As unloving as we can be—there still isn’t a more loving family than the Body of Christ.  And even though we aren’t perfect yet—we will be.  I may feel like I need saving from the followers of Jesus—but I am just as big a part of the problem as anyone else.
One of the great writers of the early 20th century, G.K. Chesterton (widely known as the prince of paradox)—was once solicited by a well-known newspaper as they had invited several prominent authors to write essays on the theme: What’s Wrong with the World?—Chesterton’s contribution took the form of a letter:

Dear Sirs,
I am.
Sincerely yours,
G.K. Chesterton
And I am too.
 12 But when Christ had offered for all time a single sacrifice for sins, he sat down at the right hand of God, 13 waiting from that time until his enemies should be made a footstool for his feet. 14 For by a single offering he has perfected for all time those who are being sanctified.    (Hebrews 10:12-14, ESV)
It sure seems to me that Jesus is our perfection. 
Maybe we should worry less about being perfect and more about worshiping our perfector.