Unseen, unheard, forgettable and forgotten. We didn’t matter, we didn’t count. Invisible, irrelevant, nameless and noiseless. They didn’t look, they didn’t ask. Undiscovered, unimportant, muffled and mute. Not wanted, not needed, cast aside. Inconspicuous, inaudible, reserved and restrained. They gave us no thought, they gave us no voice. Unacknowledged, unsung, hidden and hushed. We were brushed aside,… Continue reading Wreckage
It was the mid-eighties. My partner and I had moved from Bradford to London. I was in Leicester Square. A small temporary stage had been set up - at that time of night - and a crowd was listening to a speaker. A silver-haired man was preaching to a bunch of street people and others… Continue reading ‘… Punches were landed in my ribs, carefully, so they couldn’t be seen.’ One woman’s violent encounter with the Jesus Army.
Some of what I've read here is a big shock to me. I was involved with the Birmingham part of the church from 1984, on and off, more off than on, for 15+ years. I wanted very much to live in community, having longed for a communal way of life for some years prior to… Continue reading But I’ll confess to the fact that the idea that it was the church who was mostly wrong and not me is as a chink of light in an otherwise unending gloom. Time will tell.
Having left community in the early eighties and moved abroad in the EU in 1999 to start a new life, we made a trip back to the UK in October of 2005. As both our families are Northamptonians, we spent a few days in Northampton. We booked in at the Ibis hotel at the bottom… Continue reading “A Heart for the Homeless?”
I spent the early part of my childhood in community. My family moved out of community around age 9. It was an unstable situation in the community house, and whilst we lived a relatively 'normal' life compared to some others, it was still an unsafe environment. My family did normal things like visiting the coast,… Continue reading Finding Freedom
My wife and I moved to Northampton in 1973, and were introduced to a Baptist Church in Bugbrooke. We attended as visitors at first, but were soon encouraged to become more fully involved. From the early stages I was concerned about the level of pressure that was being placed upon people to commit themselves without… Continue reading “I had given at least twelve years and all I had to this Church; my time, my will, my soul, my life – and for some unexplained reason I was to be found falling short of this high calling.”
Hi, not sure if this is of any use to you, I wrote this partly to try and help me understand my own feelings and to remind myself to carry on and not try to hide from it all again, as I find myself wanting to. Then I thought that if it does that for… Continue reading “I thought I had ‘got over’ the church, I had told myself that my upbringing was ‘not that bad’, I had told myself that ‘although I had been abused as a child this could happen in any walk of life’…”
Hi. I just wanted to say thank you for the invite to members of the Jesus Fellowship to the meeting on June 2nd. I wanted to come but can't, as my folks are over from Australia, but I did want to share with you about a recent 'change of heart' that I've had about you… Continue reading A recent ‘change of heart’ that shows the tide is turning and people are slowly acknowledging the truth.
He was the principal of the Christian school which met at the church. His dad was the Senior Pastor. He had four years of teacher training and all the obligatory certifications, internships, and education needed. He added a Masters Degree in Theology and another Masters in Educational Administration. He was fully qualified to do the… Continue reading Why Churches Disbelieve Victims and Believe Pastoral Abusers, a very interesting article sent through to our twitter account.