Priest hits out at ‘unlikeable, entitled' parishioners in poem
Father Pat Brennan, the parish priest at Holy Family Catholic Church in Coventry, announced in the church newsletter that he was leaving his post after nine years because of 'vocal criticism' from a few parishioners.
In a poem that he described as a 'parting gift', Father Brennan asked: 'What makes people not come to church?'
The answer, he suggested, was 'the righteous, the clique, the worthy' who offer a 'disdainful look', and complain when others sit in their seat and 'gossip'.
These 'unfriendly' few he described as 'a mix of disgruntled, unlikeable, entitled offended … tutting for a living, whispering about you know who'.
The priest asked in the poem, entitled Not I Lord Surely, whether prospective churchgoers may be put off by 'the cold indifference and quiet disdain of those who already go'.
'You can't please all the people'
Father Brennan, who was ordained as a priest in St Dunstan's Kings Heath, Birmingham, in July 1992, said he would leave the parish with many fond memories, adding: 'I was very happy at Holy Family and had the privilege of meeting so many wonderful people.'
However, he said: 'You can't please all the people and those few who have been vocal in criticism in and outside of the parish, have contributed to my leaving. Despite those few, I will keep the fondest memories in my heart and am grateful to have been parish priest here at Holy Family.'
He added that priesthood was 'not an easy vocation' but the 'prayers, love and support' from parishioners act as great encouragement. Father Brennan ended his not by saying: 'Please pray for your priests.'
A spokesman for the Diocese of Birmingham said that 'Father Pat is an experienced and much valued member of the clergy', adding that he would continue as parish priest at Bulkington and Bedworth.
'They should be ashamed of themselves'
Maura Murray-Reeves, who has ties to the parish, shared the poem in a residents Facebook group, and said she was 'extremely disappointed' to hear that Father Brennan felt shunned.
She said: 'Father Pat has been the parish priest for almost 10 years and he has always been very welcoming. It is disgusting to think that he was treated so poorly by a sad minority. They should be ashamed of themselves.'
Ms Murray-Reeves later told the BBC: 'Being at Holy Family for 40-odd years we've had other priests and there's always been some [questions] as to why have they left.
'I can't imagine a priest is going to say something like that or vocalise that if it wasn't true – he'd have no reason to. This isn't the way we should be making a priest feel.'
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Philippa and her father were told to wait until the end of the week for a final decision about whether the information should be passed to the police. To Philippa, it wasn't up to the fellowship to decide. So, feeling like fugitives, she and her father bypassed the leadership. To avoid being overheard, they found a phone in a rarely used outbuilding where Jesus Army merchandise was spray-painted, and called the police. After Philippa was asked to give a statement, they secretly travelled to London. The case made it to court, and Philippa was called as a witness. Her older brother, who was by now in his late 20s and living in a fellowship house in Eastbourne, was summoned by elders to a meeting, where he was told his sister was lying, and that she was set on destroying the church. Like his father, he supported her, in spite of the pressure. Stanton held further meetings, condemning the whole family. When Philippa arrived at Isleworth crown court to give her testimony, the room was filled with fellowship members. They were there to support the accused. On 4 April 1997, a jury found the perpetrator guilty of two counts of sexual assault of a minor, for touching Marie's breasts and trying to kiss her. The judge jailed him for three months, noting that the offence had taken place years earlier, and that the man may have struggled under the church's 'strict regime', alluding to the limitations Stanton placed on sex and dating. 'You were living in a society where your frustrations may well have built up,' the judge said. After the verdict, Marie told the Northampton Chronicle and Echo that the fellowship inflicted 'constant mental abuse' on its members. Few outside the Acton house even knew that the perpetrator had been convicted. After his release, he was welcomed back to the fellowship with open arms. In 1979, John Everett, a student at Warwick University, began a sociological study of the Jesus Fellowship for his doctoral thesis. He had joined the group in the summer of 1977, experiencing it as a 'pocket of utopian escape from a chaotic, frenetic, unsympathetic world', something 'very close to a classless society' where people of all kinds were accepted. Now, he had been commissioned by Stanton himself to go and study its unique makeup. Yet as he conducted his research, examining the group's structure and practices through an academic lens, he began to reach a devastating conclusion: that the church was a cult. As Everett writes in War and Defeat, a history of the organisation that he self-published this year, he couldn't escape the fact that the authority structure and separation from the rest of the world were hallmarks of cultic groups. 'It would have taken a huge amount of self-deceit to deny what I could plainly see: the key characteristics of a cult were in our DNA,' he writes. There is a school of sociology that rejects the term 'cult', arguing that it has been used to dismiss unusual groups that challenge social norms, and preferring the category 'new religious movements'. Many other scholars and survivors disagree, arguing that the methods cults use to control their members are distinct. Alexandra Stein, a British psychologist and survivor of a political cult, says that whether religious or non-religious, cults are remarkably similar: 'If you've seen one car, you know what machinery is in another car, even if it's a different colour.' In the popular imagination, cults are closed-off entities, physically removing their members from the outside world. The fellowship claimed to work differently: members were free to go to school, work, and live outside of community houses. But just as an abusive partner might exert influence over every aspect of a victim's life, Stanton had built a system of mental and emotional control that relied on a common cultic tactic: gradually severing members' attachments to the rest of society, to family members and even to one another. Those broken connections were replaced by a single reference point: the fellowship. With nowhere else to go, any feelings of fear and stress provoked by life in the organisation would only serve to drive members closer to it. This helps explain why, after the trial and their condemnation by the leadership, Philippa and her parents stayed in the fellowship. 'Really, we should have left at that point,' she said. 'But it didn't occur to us. We had made a lifelong commitment.' Their homes, jobs, friendships and assets were entirely tied to the group. Anyone who left was shunned – members were banned from speaking or writing to them, and songs were sung at worship sessions about their betrayal. 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The distance from Stanton and the church headquarters meant the community was more relaxed, and she got a non-fellowship job, working as an administrator at a pharmaceutical company. For the first time, she was given money from the common purse to buy clothes of her own, for work, that wouldn't be shared communally. She bought a couple of pencil skirts and a couple of blouses. Work, too, opened her mind. 'I was meeting people who were compassionate towards me, more so than the Christians I'd lived with all my life,' she said. 'I was shocked, I suppose, that that was able to happen.' Those who spend their childhoods in cults, Stein said, can find leaving particularly hard: 'They struggle to know what is the self, and what is the cult. It's very complex to try to untangle that.' In 1999, Philippa reached a decision: she would move out of the fellowship house, though she would continue to attend services. 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Three months after Philippa moved out, she was about to set off for a fellowship meeting when her mum said she didn't want her to go. Philippa sat and cried for hours, knowing this really was the end. 'It was a visceral severing of all those relationships, all those friendships – your spiritual family.' Even decades later, she felt she hadn't fully escaped. Noel Stanton died in 2009, aged 82. His funeral procession attracted huge crowds on to the streets of Northampton, where screens beamed out footage of his fire-and-brimstone baptisms. By then, the church had about 3,500 members around the UK, as well as drop-in 'Jesus Centres' in Coventry and Northampton, which offered services to homeless people, asylum seekers and sex workers. Before his death, Stanton had become a distant figure, spending much of his time alone at New Creation Farm, handing down his rules through the network of elders, appointing five leaders called the Apostolic Group, who took over after his death. Stanton's death did not mark a clean break with the past: the culture he created endured, and the darker aspects of the Jesus Fellowship's history would not go away. In 2010, a volunteer gardener described by a judge as a 'relentless paedophile' was found guilty of indecent assault against three young boys while living in the fellowship in the late 1990s. He had previous child sexual abuse convictions, and it became clear in the course of the investigation that the fellowship had not been conducting proper background checks. It seemed plausible that similar cases might emerge. Public awareness of historic abuse was rising, especially after revelations about Jimmy Savile in 2012. Concerned about the future costs of legal battles with former members, in 2013 the company that insured the fellowship and its businesses requested that the leadership take an unusual step: to ask its members for stories of abuse. (In the same year, the Methodist church started a similar process.) The leadership began gathering their responses in a file. Separately, the following year, police received two safeguarding referrals in quick succession that highlighted welfare concerns within the fellowship. They arranged a meeting on 2 December 2014, to discuss one of them with the group's leadership. This was the kind of routine meeting that would normally be attended only by a junior officer, but two referrals from a single organisation raised a red flag for DI Ally White, so he decided to come along. At the meeting, White spotted a thick stack of papers: 133 responses sent in by fellowship members. He asked if he could take a look, and, flicking through, was shocked by what he saw. The papers contained allegations of everything from emotional abuse to serial sexual abuse: 'That's a crime, that's a crime, that's a rape, that's another crime,' he remembered thinking. He told the leadership the police would need to take the forms back to the station, and they agreed. White set a detective to work cataloguing them, and in early 2015 Northamptonshire police launched Operation Lifeboat, with five officers working under his supervision. 'I had never seen anything like it,' White said of the scale of the allegations. 'But then I don't know of any other organisation like the Jesus Fellowship.' At the time, on a national level, the fellowship was generally looked upon as an odd, but largely benevolent organisation that helped vulnerable people. Only months earlier, the Jesus Army had featured on a Grayson Perry series about contemporary Britain, described as a 'strong community' that helped homeless people. Perry said his evening with the group had been 'like a 1950s family Christmas'. DC Mark Allbright, who worked on Operation Lifeboat, grew up in Northamptonshire, and knew the Jesus Army by sight: 'Multicoloured camouflage-type jackets, colourful vans. You'd cross the street to avoid them in the town centre, that sort of thing.' Yet the contents of the file still came as a shock, both because of the sheer number of alleged victims and the fact that the majority of them had been children. 'The culture was a recipe for disaster,' Allbright told me. It was also clear to him that when abuse was reported, it wasn't dealt with: 'The accused was pretty much asked to say sorry to the person, and then that was that.' As police tracked down members and looked for evidence of crimes, Allbright's impression was that while some of the leadership wanted to 'root this out', others had 'shall we say, selective memories'. After another appeal by police, the number of reports had almost doubled, but most came from people who had seen or heard about abuse rather than experienced it themselves. Some alleged victims couldn't be traced; others, when contacted, denied that anything had happened, or didn't want police action to be taken. In total, only five people were convicted as part of Operation Lifeboat. The details of those convictions were disturbing: four of the five perpetrators had targeted children under the age of 16, and several were shown to be prolific. The fellowship commissioned an independent review into its safeguarding practices in 2015, yet it continued to blame these cases on a criminal minority, rather than a wider culture of abuse. The Jesus Army, they implied, had simply had the misfortune of attracting a few bad apples. In the two decades after she left the fellowship, Philippa built herself a life, plank by plank. She married, had children and lived in Germany for a year. Moving on had meant blocking out thoughts and news of the fellowship – she didn't even know Operation Lifeboat had taken place – but the cult still cast a shadow. She found it hard to stand up for herself, having had it drummed into her that individual wants were sinful. By 2017, she had moved back to Northamptonshire and was raising her two boys as a single mother, working as an administrative assistant in a school. Having noticed that a few other former members were living in the area, Philippa had an idea. Her older sister, who also lived nearby, struggled to connect with people who didn't share their history, but maybe, Philippa thought, she would feel more comfortable with people who did. In 2017, Philippa created a Facebook group, as a place where those who had also been in the fellowship as children could catch up and socialise. Within a week, more than 100 people had joined. As members reconnected and shared their memories, the tone quickly grew darker, as individuals began to share stories of abuse they had experienced while in the fellowship. So many allegations of physical, sexual and emotional abuse were being shared that Philippa and a few other group members set up a spreadsheet to keep track of them. A few months after the group was created, some of the members went out for dinner to catch up. 'We were just talking and getting to know each other again,' Philippa recalls. But through the evening, the conversation kept returning to the same themes: that former fellowship members needed more support, and that something had to be done about the abuse allegations. Based on what they were hearing now, Operation Lifeboat had barely scratched the surface. In 2018, 10 people from the group, including Philippa, launched the Jesus Fellowship Survivors Association, aiming to expose the truth about the church, support survivors and get justice for those who had been abused. Instead of pushing for a public inquiry or trying to bring multiple cases to court, a solicitor suggested that they should pressure the church to set up a 'redress scheme', like the one launched in response to abuse allegations at Lambeth children's homes. The Jesus Fellowship was believed to be worth about £58m, and a scheme like this would allow former members to apply for compensation without having to pursue a criminal case. One of the women who played a vital role in the fight for compensation was Becky Ayers. She had been brought into the fellowship as a seven-year-old child in 1976 and left in her 20s. Now, with one or two other members of the survivors' association, she began attending gruelling monthly meetings in a nondescript office block in Northampton, in which they tried to convince the fellowship's trustees to set up a redress scheme. At one meeting, Ayers presented a 'Truth Document', compiled by the survivors' association, which set out all the allegations that had been made on the Facebook page. She pushed the trustees to show it to the fellowship's membership. They refused. 'They were all completely entrenched,' Ayers said. She is an articulate, confident speaker, but in those meetings, she would freeze up, lose her words, even wonder if she had it all wrong. But the sheer number of survivors' stories, along with therapy sessions from a cult specialist, kept her going. Frustrated by the slow progress on a redress scheme, the survivors' association also began planning a group civil claim for 'sexual, physical and psychological harm' against children who lived in community houses. By this point, the fellowship was coming under pressure from all sides. In 2017, leaders had been forced to acknowledge at the church's AGM that there were 'serious allegations' against Stanton of financial, spiritual and sexual abuse. Later that year, the Apostolic Five stepped down, pending an independent investigation into their handling of abuse allegations. (In a recent statement, the Apostolic Five said they 'continue to hold out an unreserved apology to anyone who has been affected by abuse and failings of any kind in the Jesus Fellowship'.) Meanwhile, membership had dwindled to fewer than 1,000 people and was ageing rapidly, which was hitting the group's finances. As a senior leader told a new BBC documentary, Inside the Cult of the Jesus Army, there was a growing feeling that the fellowship was 'too broken to fix'. On 26 May 2019, at the recommendation of the church's leadership team, the fellowship's members voted to revoke the church's constitution: to shut the church down. The Jesus Fellowship Community Trust would be tasked with winding it up and moving ahead with a redress scheme. After years of fighting, this should have been a landmark moment for the survivors' association. But Philippa remembers it differently: 'There was never a point where we went: 'Yay, they're closing down!' It was a big achievement, but it was a side-effect of the fact they were going to have to pay out to people who they'd abused. That's not a happy thing.' The redress scheme was finally launched in September 2022. Former members could apply for compensation for emotional, physical or sexual abuse by submitting a statement via a solicitor. Kathleen Hallisey, who represented some of the claimants, believes the scheme would never have come about, nor had the reach it did, without the survivors' association. Previous appeals to speak had come from the church itself, or police. This time, it came from fellow survivors. The redress scheme received applications from 601 people, almost three times the number of complaints received by Operation Lifeboat. Claimants could also apply for a 'community adverse experiences' payment, which didn't require a solicitor's input. These payments were compensation for the group's 'systemic failings' – separating children from their parents, denying social interaction, treating women as subordinates – rather than specific acts of abuse. It was an acknowledgment that the fellowship environment was, in itself, harmful. (In UK law, there is no clear way to hold cults to account for their systems of control and exploitation. Hallisey, Stein and members of the survivors' association are pushing for the most applicable crime, coercive control, to be extended to cover groups, rather than just intimate or family relationships.) The redress scheme's final report, published in September 2024, was staggering. It found that there were 264 alleged abusers within the fellowship, of whom more than half were leaders. One in six children who lived in community was estimated to have been abused between 1969 and 2019. Over 30 allegations related to Stanton himself. The trustees wrote: 'Harm and abuse were not limited to a handful of leaders, a particular period of time, or geographical locations. It was widespread and systematic.' Of applicants to the scheme, 96% received some form of redress. Yet for some, the process, which involved reliving their abuse in order to make statements, was bruising. 'The scheme was horrific to go through,' Philippa said. 'After all that work, when it came to it, it was very, very hard.' Payments ranged from £2,000 for corporal punishment to £50,000 for incidents of rape. Philippa received a total of £22,000. Despite the size of the fellowship's assets, at the time of the report the redress scheme had paid out £7.7m, compared with more than £100m paid out by the Lambeth scheme, which received only twice as many applicants. Others felt that the structure of the scheme didn't reflect the reality of their experience. Sasha Feaver-Roche knew Philippa as a child, and was part of the fellowship for decades, yet because she hadn't lived in community for the required three months, she didn't qualify for this adverse experience payment. This meant that she had to apply only for individual redress, and demonstrate that she had suffered abuse, rather than receiving an acknowledgment that daily life in the cult – where she was branded a 'Jezebel', told to submit to her husband, and singled out by Noel Stanton for being Black – was harmful in itself. It was 'a bitter pill to swallow', she said. 'Because the fellowship's control – that was the worst bit. That's the bit I'm still trying to live with today.' The D3 bus from Northampton winds past fields of sunflowers and sandstone houses, down into Bugbrooke, past the chapel where the Jesus Fellowship began, past New Creation Hall, past the road to New Creation Farm and Shalom farmhouse, and on to Daventry, where Philippa lives now. 'Sometimes it feels surreal, being back here,' she told me recently, as we sat in her living room. 'There are lots of ghosts. But I realised I had been running away for a long time, and I wanted to be near my family again.' I first spoke to Philippa in 2022. The fellowship had closed, the redress scheme had just launched, and yet she still didn't feel she'd entirely left the cult. 'Living in it was like living under Big Brother,' she told me then. 'I still don't think I have completely uncoupled from that eye that was watching you all the time. And I don't know whether I ever will.' Three years on, she no longer felt that way. 'In the past few years, I feel I have properly mentally left,' she said. 'I've made more progress in the past eight months than I have in the past decade.' Trauma therapy helped. Another factor was realising that she has been a good parent. 'My sons can cry, or can say when something's not right, and we can chat about it.' That knowledge has healed some of the pain she carried from childhood of being told not to ask for help from her parents, of being told that her parents were not her parents any more. Last month, along with other survivors, Philippa attended a screening in Sheffield of the BBC's new documentary on the fellowship, which she participated in. 'The feeling of relief was immense,' she said of seeing the story play out on screen. 'I had been carrying that burden by myself for all that time.' These days, Philippa is a bubbly, friendly presence, fond of bright colours and quick to smile. Upstairs in her house, she showed me the craft room she set up earlier this year, and her artworks, made using pebbles found on the beach, pressed flowers, the foil from chocolate coins, the bells from Lindt bunnies. On an enormous canvas, the tail of a peacock was forming, each feather a recycled wrapper: Rowntree's, Jack Wills, pain relief patches. 'I take old things to make new things,' she said. 'I suppose I have a knack for that.' Some of the fellowship's congregations continue to operate as independent churches, and there are still those who look back on it fondly. On Facebook groups called 'Jesus Army 'The Good Times'' and 'Jesus People Alumni', former members swap stories and faded photos of group meals and worship sessions. Not long ago, I spoke with a member of one of these groups, Aidan. The fellowship had its flaws, he said – it was 'too trusting', and he took part in the redress scheme based on some of his own experiences – but he was saddened by the idea of it being remembered as wholly negative. 'Living in community really broadened your horizons,' he said. 'I feel massively enriched by the people that I met.' He pointed to those it had helped: 'The people helped out of addiction, the lonely brought into the family.' Even fierce critics of the fellowship sometimes struck a wistful or ambivalent note when speaking about it. 'As much as I hate the place, there's that feeling of community that you miss,' said Feaver-Roche. 'That feeling of belonging.' She and Philippa reconnected during the redress scheme, and now they live around the corner from one another. They often meet up for coffee and talk about the fellowship, or other aspects of their lives: 'For me, it's been really important to hang on to these friendships. They're a reminder that what happened to us wasn't normal,' Feaver-Roche said. When she sees ex-members, 'We'll make little inside jokes about The Handmaid's Tale, because the language was so similar.' Over the years, Philippa has returned again and again to that moment when she decided to testify on behalf of her friend. 'I'm really proud of that 17-year-old self, who went to court and had the courage to tell the truth,' she said. Philippa still wonders where she found that conviction to stand up to the leadership, after years of indoctrination so deep it has taken a lifetime to undo. The answer, Stein suggested, lies in the kinds of reciprocal, human connections the cult did its best to smother, like the one Philippa had with Marie, or her dad, or her brother or, later, with other survivors. 'Cults can have very powerful control, but they can't turn people into robots,' Stein said. 'We're still human. And even in the worst of circumstances, we create these little niches of humanity.' In Philippa's kitchen, a red and white sign hangs by the sink. 'In this home,' it reads, 'we are family.' * Name has been changed Listen to our podcasts here and sign up to the long read weekly email here.
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Northumberland goats GPS tracker scheme to be expanded
A scheme tracking goats via GPS technology is expanding as part of efforts to prevent overgrazing.A herd of 13 goats spending the summer at the Druridge Bay reserve in Northumberland will wear collars with GPS trackers that can alert them to stop at certain Wildlife Trust said the collars help protect sensitive areas such as ground-nesting bird sites and ensure the goats are in the right area when they need to be scheme, which has been trialled on cattle and goats for the last two years, is expanding to West Chevington where a free roaming herd of cattle will be introduced later this summer. Staff can draw invisible GPS boundaries around grazing areas to control access and prevent overgrazing."The GPS collars allow staff and volunteers to monitor their movements from a distance, thereby allowing them to continue with the important job of grazing the reserve for the benefit of the flowers and grasses," said Alex Lister from the charity. Follow BBC North East on X, Facebook, Nextdoor and Instagram.
