Worldwide Church of God Horror Stories,
How Bad Was It, Really?
Page Seven

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Here’s a horror story for you.

I try not to think about “the cult,” but now it’s crept back into my life like the monster in a movie that you think is finally dead, but then it pops up again to wreck havoc.

My mother started listening to Armstrong on the radio in 1965. She became a member in ‘68.

My dad, who already had a drinking problem, became 10 times worse. His mother was a crazy Pentecostal who would beat him, so he despised religion with a passion.

He would get drunk and beat my mother on weekends for “running off to that church.” When she was gone, he would gather us around and drunkenly lecture us on how our mother “abandoned us for that church.”

When my dad wanted to drink in peace on a Saturday, though, he didn’t have a problem ordering us to go to church with our mother. Yippee! There were other kids there who were okay, or guys to crush on, so it wasn’t entirely miserable. But otherwise, I hated that church with a passion. We made sure to stay out of our dad’s way on Saturday so he wouldn’t send us off to the church. It was humiliating to be the only kids at school who didn’t celebrate Christmas. We were constantly asked if we were Jews. I should’ve just said yes to get the other kids and teachers off my back.

When I turned 22, my mother finally managed to recruit me into the cult. I did meet my husband there and had two of the best kids ever. We’re still happily married. So it wasn’t a total waste. We made some good friends and took some nice trips, even though we were poor the rest of the year.

Miraculously, in 1996, after the big “changes,” my entire family LEFT! My husband, two brothers, sister-in-law, and even my mother. It was glorious to be free from that burden. Especially with my kids still being too young to remember any of it. My mother even shocked me a couple years later by saying she thought nothing happened to us after we died. She was actually saying atheistic things. Never thought I would hear something like that come out of her mouth. She wanted nothing to do with her old church friends. She started a business. Got a new house. My dad quit drinking for about a decade. He started up again occasionally before he died in 2007. My mother was now free from him, and the cult.

Around 2019 she retired from her business. I was talking to her on the phone, and she says, “I went back to the church.” Not just any WCG offshoot, but Meredith’s church! The one that follows Armstrongism! She said she was studying quantum physics, when God told her to go back to the church. Arrrrrrrgh!

I can’t even describe how livid how I was. I lit into to her like you wouldn’t believe. All the crap of my childhood and young adulthood came flooding back.

I finally calmed down and said, “If you want to go back to that church, that’s your choice, but I don’t want to hear about it.” She agreed, but of course that didn’t last, and I knew it wouldn’t, thanks to her ADHD.

So now when I visit her, I have to listen to the manipulative recruitment attempts of my childhood all over again.

Mom: “I read a lot now. You know, the Bible has a lot of interesting stories.”

Me: “I know mom. I was in that church for 15 years.”

Mom: “But we didn’t really read the Bible back then.”

Me: “Yes we did, mom. And we had monthly Bible studies.”

Mom: “Oh. Well now I read things I never knew. Did you know Jacob, blah blah blah.”

She’s 84 now and I just let it go in one ear and out the other. Her doctor gave her meds for insomnia, but they also treat Schizophrenia, bi-polar, etc. I wondered if the meds would snap her out of her cult illness, but nope. She’s just quieter and less preachy, because she’s kind of sedated from the meds. I just laugh it off because what’s the point of being mad at anymore? I just hope they aren’t fleecing her too badly of her “widow’s mite.”


Over at our sister site “CULTS” we had a respondent to the article
Who Was Herbert W. Armstrong.” 

April 18, 2020 at 12:33 am – Reply

Hi. I grew up in the WWCOG from 1970- 1992, the age of 4-16 yrs old. I remember watching Herbert W. On the TV & im 44yrs old now. I attended a the church in Cape Girardeau, MO. My adopted mother was extremely abusive to my little brother & i who she & my adopted father adopted in 1981. Her biological son raped & sodomized me from age 5-10yrs old & i believe i had psychiatric breakdown at 10yrs old as she was fixing to leave us with Her son again (he terrorized me everytime she left him to babysit us!) She left eventually when i was 14 & i wasso happy! At age 16 my dad gave me the decision if i wanted to continue going to church or not! I chose not to! I really didn’t know i had grown up in a cult til more recent years! I remember being teased in school for not celebrating holidays & not eating “unclean” meats & for celebrating the holy days of the Bible! At the time, i remember being taught that we were the 1, true church & badically outsiders (non believers) would attack us for our Christian beliefs! I chose not to go anymore at age 16 bcuz i felt scared! It was always a fire & brimstone teaching so to speak! I felt damned to Hell no matter what & it just didn’t feel right! My Dad stayed in the chur h & i always remembered him saying the church was going through changes bcuz they had came to believe thst they had been following some false teachings & i never really questiined that. It wasvery disheartening to read thst i actually had been raised in a cult after doing some readings & watching a mans testimony about the cult on an episode of Haunted on Netflix! I knew my childhood was not what it should’ve been but now looking back , i can see where the cult had so many brainwashed! & to find out that Herbert W was a pedophile himself is just mind-blowing to me! I can’t believe that it has taken this many years to find out the horrible truths behind the lies of this so-called prophet of God! I no longer go to Church either but i do believe in a loving, merciful God!


I am the father of the non-cult  (b)oyfriend (now her husband) in the letter. (Editor: next letter down) Everything you say is true, but what you didn’t know, couldn’t know, is the devastation that she has brought on my family. I paid for their entire wedding, their rings, their honeymoon, an entire new wardrobe for her, and within months of their marriage, she had reconciled with  family, and is dragging my son into the clutches of this cult. When her parents turned her out on the street at age 17, they threatened me with legal prosecution if I gave her aid in any way. I told them that i simply could not turn my back on someone so helpless, and so obviously in need. Now that she has secured my son and reconciled with her family, she disapproves of my life as a doctor (a dentist), as well as my girlfriend’s life as a cosmetologist. My relationship with my oldest son Spencer has been all but destroyed by the demands and brainwashing that her family and her church have taught her to do. None of her family came to the wedding. It was my honor to serve as my sons best man at his wedding as well as walking the bride down the aisle to give her away to my son. She currently is constantly undermining my ability to raise my remaining three children. Whenever they go over to Spencer and Jessie’s house, she “borrows” their phone and erases my girlfriends number, blocks her from their Facebook pages, and generally undermines any attempts at my son and my reconciliation. My son obviously tries to maintain contact with me, but even though we only live a few blocks apart, he can’t come over here without immediately being scolded and compelled to come “home” to her. It’s ironic that they claim to be Jewish and yet they wanted me to throw their daughter out into the street when she was looking for shelter. Have they forgotten the Holocaust? Fortunately not all Europeans shared this belief in WWII. She was literally living in my daughter’s closet for some time because she didn’t want me, or my then wife, to get into any trouble. I literally was hiding away a Jewish girl in my closet for months while her parents played them role of the Nazis and the SS. It was crazy! Now my son can barely have any relationship with me because she disapproves of our lifestyle! My son now works at the opportunity center in Redmond OR as a tutor to the disabled adults that live there. Oddly enough, Jesse’s (the niece) mother is my son’s supervisor! It goes deeper, much deeper than I could possibly convey in this letter. it would be a book. Thank you for sharing her story. It was a tragedy to my family and destroyed my second marriage, and greatly strains my current relationship. Feel free to write back or call me anytime should you have any questions or need additional information. Thank you for publishing this story, I hope it can save another family from going through what my family is currently going through.

                                            Thank  You,  DR. T.J. Higbee

Editors note: The author of this letter wrote me back with further information. Below is the content of that letter.

I do believe this other story to be about Jesse and my son Spencer, who is in no way a “bum” as a previous author described. He was at one point, the hero in this story, bringing Jesse to our home on her 18th birthday (he was still 5 months from turning 18) because her parents were threatening her with sending her back East to become a bride in an arranged marriage. Spencer never has been a bum, but he is currently caught in the clutches of his marriage to a girl who is edging closer and closer to bringing him into the church’s folds.She has apparently fully reconciled with her parents, and the church as well. Attached is a picture of their wedding party, as well as a picture of me walking my soon to be daughter-in-law down the aisle because her father (as well as the rest of her family, save one sister) refused to attend the wedding. Spencer has never been a “bum” and I’m not sure who wrote that about him, but they only look foolish to anyone who knows him. He works full time, attends school, and keeps Jesse living “the good life” with little to no help from anyone else. Thank you for your information.

-Dr. T.J. Higbee




I have contributed to your website some time ago. I contacted you over the summer about my niece.

I've finally managed to put something together about my niece's and my story for consideration of being posted on your website. It is attached. May need some editing. Best I can do with the time I have. There's a lot more to the story, as I've witnessed two generations over 35 yrs of families being destroyed by HWA and splinter groups. I have some other stories I'd like to share with you later. A famous actor has a role in it.

Thanks for your consideration.


Philadelphia Church of God Parents Abandon Minor-Aged Daughter

When my 17 year-old niece told her parents she no longer wanted to participate in the Philadelphia Church of God, her cult-member parents abandoned her to the streets. “God’s Will,” her mother said.

For some time, my niece has been disillusioned by the Philadelphia Church of God. Her first awakening occurred when she asked her parents if she could stay with a non-cult member relative who lives on the East Coast, (that would be my wife and me), for two weeks, as part of her summer vacation. A boy her age, (a non cult member), who was enrolled in an accelerated program at school studying to become a doctor, was staying with us. My niece particularly wanted to meet this boy because she is also interested in studying medicine. The relative, that would be me and my wife, planned on taking the boy and my niece to see NYC and the NJ shore. My niece’s parents adamantly refused to let her visit the us. My niece’s “God ordained head of the household father,” who had been barred from practicing nursing in several States for violations, (I believe he showed up at the care facility in which he was employed, intoxicated. First, he was suspended for 2 years, then he had his license revoked permanently), especially wouldn’t even hear of the idea. My niece became distraught. Instead of letting their daughter enjoy her summer vacation with a like-minded teenager pursuing a career in medicine, her parents forced her to stay at home in the company of another girl from the Philadelphia Church of God. My niece says this cult member spent most of the time on her cell phone, bragging about having a three-way with two Mexican boys.

Another important event influencing my niece to leave the Philadelphia Church of God occurred while she was attending the Philadelphia Church of God youth camp in Edmonton, OK. Camp organizers forced my niece to play soccer in the heat, even though she had high fever. When she returned home, she had puss running out of her ears, and was deathly sick for two weeks afterwards. PCOG believes in relying on God’s faith to heal. Philadelphia Church of God “ministers,” camp organizers, and her parents refused to treat her medically.

The final event occurred when her parent’s tried to strong-arm her into a marriage with a cult-member boy, whose mother had died from lack of medical attention. The boy had mailed her an engagement ring. This arose when my niece became particularly vocal about leaving the cult. My niece reports there was much arguing, screaming and threats of physical violence in her house.

Desperate for an escape from her miserable home-life, she became involved with a non-cult member boy at her high school, and smoked pot once. Her parents pulled her out of school, exaggerating her “drug use,” claiming she was on crack, and needed to go through detoxification at home. Their real intention was to force their daughter to spend hours being isolated, “counseled,” or rather harangued by a Philadelphia Church of God minister. He said she was evil for wanting to study medicine, and attend medical school, (She wants to become a gynecologist. The minister said this type of doctor is particularly sinful because they perform Caesarian Sections. My niece was born via Cesarean Section. Also, my niece has severe endriometriosis that her parents left untreated, jeopardizing her ability to become a mother). During this time period, her parents drove her to a Philadelphia Church of God congregation in Salem, OR, a three-hour drive from their home, locked her in their car parked at the end of the cult parking lot, where she had to wait, a prisoner all day, while they attended the all-day service. At night, they let her out to be counseled by a minister. The minister demanded she fast, after she hadn’t eaten a thing all day locked in a car. He “suspended” her for six months.

When my niece continued to press her parents to be released from the abuse of the Philadelphia Church of God, her mother said she was “dead to her,” and turned her photo face down on her bureau top. Her parents told her to leave the house, as they wanted to concentrate their love and affection on their other daughters, who wanted to remain in the cult. My niece said her parents told her she was infecting the household with her “evil.” While kicking her out of the house, they refused to drive her anywhere, and threatened anyone who helped her with legal action for harboring a minor. My niece was forced to walk a busy highway for over an hour alone, until a classmate saw her and gave her a ride.

Some days later, when my niece called her parents after she was out on the streets for a few days desperate to return home, her parents refused to answer her calls, or return her voice messages. When they saw her in public, they turned their backs on her and walked the other way. At one point, her parents let her return for a few days while they made sure they wouldn’t get in any legal trouble by abandoning their minor-aged daughter to the streets. During these three days, my niece says she had to sleep on the floor, as her parents had turned her bedroom into a weight lifting room and removed her bed, giving it to the family dog. She was told to leave the house after the third day, apparently after the parent’s consultation with their “lawyer,” who must have told them they wouldn’t get into too much legal trouble. If their lawyer is the one I know of, this individual is a cult member, who the Bar Associated suspended at one point for practicing law in their state without a license.

My niece wound up staying with her then boyfriend’s family. When she tried to return to school to finish her junior year, she said her mother would call the school, and falsely accused her of possessing drugs. The security guards would detain her every time she stepped foot on school property. She said her parents also falsely accused her of being pregnant, spreading around rumors to intimidate her, so she would repent and return to the Philadelphia Church of God. Frustrated, she dropped out of high school, missing completing her junior year.

My niece called us, begging to stay with us. For three and a half weeks, she told us of the abuse she received at the hands of the Philadelphia Church of God and her cult-member parents. When we called her mother after our niece returned to her state, her mother wanted us to call the police out there and have her arrested, to “teach her a lesson.” “God’s will.” Her mother didn’t want to know where her daughter was staying. She said if we mentioned a word about the Philadelphia Church of God, she would hang up the phone immediately. Her daughter is now struggling to finish high school, bouncing from house to house, her future and her safety in serious trouble, thanks to the destructive influence of the Philadelphia Church of God. If you can help in anyway, please contact me at the email address

This must be what these cult members call unconditional love. What is it really? Child abuse. Throwing a young child to the streets at that age is to set her up for being exploited by undesirables and a lifetime of failure! What the hell is wrong with these people? Do they love that damned church more than their daughter? Does their "God" not demand mercy? Or just what or who is their God? Is it their church or the God of the bible? Really KT, you need to call the authorities in on this one. This is just not child abuse alone, this is a criminal matter! Do the right thing and report these parents. The law will sort this out. This kind of abuse must end and you are the one who can end it. As I understand it, Fox News takes an interest in these kind of affairs.


Fox25 Report on PCG, Part 1                                      Fox25 Report on PCG, Part 2


The first memories of WCG that I have are of ministers constantly coming to our house and holding prayer sessions for my sister Mary Helen. She was very ill and I don't remember her ever not being ill. She died at home after suffering for 2 years. No doctors, no medicine just ice chips and pain. I was supposed to be napping when I heard Mother scream and went to Mary Helen's doorway. She was lying on the bed so thin and so tiny for an 8 year old. I was 3 at the time and I can see it now just as clearly as if it were 10 minutes ago. The ministers were called first, then the funeral home. The ministers got there first and the prayers began, not for the little girl but for Mother. She was "suffering" so much and needed comfort.  (Mind you I have replayed this in my mind for years now, 46 to be exact) I didn't understand why Mother needed help but no one helped Mary Helen.

All things after this event in my life in regard to WCG are painful, not as horrific as seeing my sister die but painful nonetheless.

The next thing I remember is coming home from school one day with my side hurting, I began to vomit and fever. Mother put me to bed and called a nurse from the "church", she came to the house and I remember hearing her say I had appendicitis. Then Mother began calling the minister to ask what to do for me. The nurse gave me tomato juice and brought a bucket to the bedside for me. I don't know how long I was sick but I missed quite a bit of school. When I did finally get better, my side still hurt and I could not stand up straight. When I again was able to walk, Mother took us to the grocery store with her and because I would not walk without holding my side she whipped me in the parking lot at the store. When we got home, she picked a switch from the tree and whipped me again because I had cried and embarrassed her at the store. When I continued to complain about my side hurting she took me to a deacon's house (Reitmeier) and asked him to beat the devil out of me as it surely must be Satan causing me to act that way. He was more than willing to comply with her request, not only this time but each and every later time as well. (When I turned 21 and married I was not able to have children due to scar tissue in my abdominal cavity. I went to a fertility doctor and when the surgery was scheduled for a paratubal reconstruction they found my appendix was a shriveled mass of scar tissue. The doctor told me I had been very lucky that my appendix had not ruptured and that it had leaked slowly out and had caused the scarring. I told him of my illness when I was a child, and what had happened, he was speechless)

After that visits to Reitmeier's house were frequent. Whenever we disobeyed or got less than an A in school, or just because she got the notion we were possessed by Satan was good reason to take us to his house. Reitmeier and his wife had no children of their own to beat so we 3 girls were shared with them. I remember my oldest sister Ellie coming home from a trip to Reitmeier's and she could not sit. I walked into her room and found her looking at her behind in the mirror. There was a bloody, raw spot the size of her entire butt cheek, Reitmeier had literally beaten her bloody. She had gotten a C in math.

Lucille only went a couple of times before she got slick enough to avoid the trips, blaming me or Ellie for anything that Mother found not to her satisfaction. Can't blame her, it was survival of the fittest. I think the last time I remember getting a beating was when Mother found that someone had eaten some of the chocolate chips out of the bag in the freezer. She beat all of us, they were not ours, they were hers and she was making cookies for church, now what would she do? After that, I don't know where I went. I don't remember anything until about age 14 when I was thrown out by Mother and the state took me in.

I know why the skirts were to be worn so long, as least in my family. Easier to hide the bruises, belt marks and switch stripes. If a mark is not seen it is not questioned.  I hated the feast, I hated starving when we were demanded to fast (Mother was extreme, not even water was allowed) The heat in the meeting place at Big Sandy was stifling and the long hours of sheer boredom for a 5 year old. How could they not know? How could they not care? What was the purpose? If we kill off the children they will have more money to give WCG and HW and GT Armstrong?  We were already the shunned of the congregation, no father, Mother was on welfare, Grandma too old to work anymore as a teacher. What more could they get from us?

I have spent 43 years wondering what I did that was so wrong my mother hated me enough to let others abuse me. I will soon be 50 and cannot, no strike that, will not forgive WCG. I have worked so hard to let the hate and fear out of my mind. I wait for the axe to fall in every relationship, I dare not let someone know I am alive inside for fear they will get to me. This is what WCG left in it's wake. Fear, sadness, hate, anger, mistrust. A lifetime of it. The greatest harm was done to the children, the innocent that had no choice. Yes the original fear sowers are gone or going, the children of the followers continue to relive the nightmares. No matter how hard we try, no matter how much professional help we seek. We were abused from birth and we cannot forget. It never goes away.

Mary Gwendolene Talmadge

 In loving memory of Mary Elouise (1956-2009), Mary Helen (1957-1965) and Mary Lucille (1958-2007). I speak for my sisters all three gone too young, still waiting for the ax to fall...



Thank you for sharing your story with the readership of the Painful Truth.

Damn, what you went through was terrible! Where was your father during all this? Did he divorce your mom? These parents like your mom are mentally ill. I am of the opinion that the mentally ill seek out religion to give themselves purpose, direction and to hide their evil behind the cloak of righteousness. These people are not only part of the general membership but serve as elders, ministers, and song leaders. Mental illness know no bounds and has not borders.

When you reach this level of dysfunction in a group, such as the WCG did, you have got to wonder why only a few of these people found themselves in criminal court. A sizable chunk of the membership should have been behind bars. The question is, what did the Armstrong's ever do about the mental illness problem in the church? Nothing. The problem was compounded by the WCG “healing doctrine” that forbade the use of doctors.


HWA had been warning his followers against relying on physicians in times of illness and how going to doctors was analogous to "going to Baal-zebub, the god of Ekron."

From the Oct.-Nov. issue of the Good News in which HWA wrote in an article entitled:
  "Are We Back on the Track When We Lack Faith?" 

For anyone outside of Armstrong's influence, this would have all seemed so insane. Reading further from the Ambassador Reports (AR 18) we read "Besides consulting with Dr. Cooper, other medical experts HWA has been seeing recently include a leading Pasadena podiatrist. When it comes to his personal medical problems, HWA gets the very best advice possible. It's good to see that at least one individual in the WCG has the good sense not to take too seriously HWA's proscription against seeking medical advice. But it is sad to see him reject the sound advice of those professionals, especially when their advice is in line with Biblical injunctions for moderation"

Quite the hypocrite the old goat was. Even though Armstrong should had been held responsible for his actions involving all the needless deaths and destroyed lives, the reality of getting sick himself was very difficult to swallow. Just the fact that he used doctors to save his own skin, while at the same time telling the membership that going to a doctor is going to "Baal-zebub," or when he pens "Medicines can't heal," proves that he never believed one word he wrote. The one who lacked genuine faith in that miserable cult was that old bastard Armstrong.

I also would like nothing more than to forget the entire constellation of Armstrong's religion that brought all of us to our present point in life. If natural selection indeed worked by removing the weakest and most genetically unfit members of a species, then Armstrong and those members who abused their children should have been the first to go. Never forget. Never forgive. I concur.


A delusion held by one person is a mental illness, held by a few is a cult, held by many is a religion.”

June 20, 2009

I started attending WWCG services in 1971 with my father. I was 13 years old. My dad tried to get my mom to attend services but she liked to eat ham and celebrate Christmas so it didn't go over very well. Neither did telling her "I am the head of this house and you will obey me." I didn't know it then, but it was the beginning of the end for my family. My sisters and brothers spent Saturdays with Mom, while Dad and I spent the day at services (and a one hour drive each way to get there). I had become best friends with a girl my own age at services, and I think that was a big part of why I wanted to go to services every week, plus having my dad's attention all to myself.

This friend got accepted to church camp in Orr, Minnesota the summer of 1973, so I decided I wanted to go too, so I could go there with her. Only problem was she was a "worker" in a worker cabin, with privileges I would not have as I was just a typical camper. She was allowed a radio, and could come and go from her cabin as she pleased. Since my mother did not attend services, I was placed in the same cabin as the other girls who had only one parent who attended WWCG, and also all the black girls. I previously had attended a local 4-H camp several times and loved it, so I expected to have fun. I found out very quickly this camp was more like being in the army. The whole emphasis seemed to be on appearances, not fun.

The girls in my dorm were not allowed to leave the cabin unless we all went together as a group. Our beds were to be made perfectly with perfect corners, and were inspected daily. We stored our personal care items, socks, ect. in cubby hole shelves on a wall. Each item had to be kept neatly and perfectly organized in a row. Breaking rules or being disrespectful in any way to our Ambassador College camp counselors meant swats with a large wooden paddle. There was a black girl named Sharon in my cabin, who got swatted continuously throughout every single day of the month we were there. It was so upsetting to constantly hear the "whack, whack, whack." I don't know how she made it through the month, and I remember feeling so badly for her. My heart really goes out to kids who grew up in WWCG, who suffered such abuse either from their parents and/or those with church authority.

Meanwhile at camp, my girlfriend was having a blast and getting away with all kinds of mischief, because she wasn't so closely watched over-- her parents both attended WWCG, and she wasn't black. It was so ironic, because this friend was pretty wild, did drugs, and slept around, and I didn't. I remember having to line up and get our skirts measured at camp-- they had to be so many inches to your knee, or you had to rip out the hem and wear your skirt like that the whole time. One of our activities was to row in a canoe over the lake and go into the town of Orr. I bought a souvenir to take home to my beloved grandfather, but it was very delicate-- so getting it back to the cabin via rowboat was a project! It was small, but there was no room in my cubby hole for it, so I put it somewhere else that was safer. It was a squirrel made from two walnuts with a thermometer. But I had disobeyed my counselor, because the rule was stuff goes in your cubby hole, no exceptions. So for the first and only time in my entire life, I got swatted. I came home from camp with very confused feelings about the church.

By the fall of 1973 my mom had had enough of WWCG as well as my father, so she decided to take my siblings and the family dog and leave. She never even asked me if I wanted to go with her, probably because we clashed over WWCG beliefs and she didn't want to have to deal with that. I was 15 years old, and didn't talk to my mom for over a year. I felt so abandoned by both parents-- by my dad, too, because he was so overcome with his own loss and grief from losing most of his family, that he was not emotionally there for me. Our house got sold when their divorce was final, and I had to move and attend a new school in my senior year. I'd lost just about everything that meant something to me by then-- my family, my home, my school. Even to this day when my sisters and brothers talk about their fond growing up memories, I feel so left out because I was robbed of growing up with them.

When I was 17 a guy from church who was a few years older than me, asked me on a date. After the date when he was driving me home, he pulled the car over and told me to get in the back seat of the car. He actually had a gun and for the first time since I'd known him, a temper to go with it, and I was terrified. He raped me, and I was in such shock that I could hardly comprehend what happened. This was someone from church and I was naive enough to think something like that only happened "out there" in the world. I was so ashamed and embarassed, I told no one what happened. And all of a sudden he stopped attending church. I did have to go to a clinic, though, because he gave me VD.

By now I didn't really care much about my life anymore. Going through such a horrific experience made me feel dirty and unworthy of a good man. I felt like it was somehow my fault for what happened to me because I was dumb enough to go out with a guy that could do something like that to someone. I eventually stopped attending church and started to go to bars to drink away my pain. But after several years, in 1980, I started attending WWCG services again. I decided to get baptized, and I remember wondering why my pants that I wore to be baptized in were so tight. I found out I was pregnant from a guy I had dated when I was "out in the world."Now I had to face the congregation who were congratulating me on my baptism, with being pregnant. I decided to tell a few people who I thought were my friends, before everyone else figured it out for themselves when I started to show.

I made the mistake of telling an older deacon, whose response was, "haven't you ever heard of condoms?" I may as well have worn the scarlett letter"F" on my chest. Certain people even avoided me and turned and went the other way when I came down the hall at church with my big belly. I had my daughter in spite of them, but now there were very few men interested in dating me because I came with "baggage." I remember how hard it was to get myself, my baby, the stroller, the diaper bag, and my Bible and notebook from the car into services. And I don't remember a lot of offers of help! I even had a man at services tell me outright that he wouldn't date a women who had a child.

I raised my daughter on my own until she was four, and eventually I got a marriage proposal from a guy at church who didn't really sweep me off my feet, but I figured it was probably the best I was going to do (we were only allowed to date within the church and it was slim pickin's). This man turned out to be ultra-controlling with an out-of-control abusive temper. I remember coming home from services one Saturday, and who knows what set him off, but I had to grab my daughter and 6 month old baby and flee my home. He had thrown a baby gate into the wall and just missed hitting the baby, and also kicked a door in. I drove back to church and the minister was still there, so I asked to talk with him in private. I was told to wait until hubby cooled down and then go home. I lived in six years of misery with this man before I got the courage to leave. Now I was a single mother again with TWO kids to raise on my own.

Shortly after leaving my husband, my 11 year old daughter confessed to me that her step-dad had been sexually abusing her. She had been too afraid to tell me when it was happening because her step-dad had threatened to kill her dog if she told. Both my daughters and I have had to have years of counseling to try and recover and heal from the years of abuse we suffered from him. I can't help but wonder what my life would have been like if I had not attended services with my dad, but had stuck with my mom instead. Thanks for listening-- getting this all out has been very theraputic for me. You can put this on your website if you want, but please don't use my real name.

Thank you,

Anon. (Deleted by request)


Thank you for writing the Painful Truth with what I regret is another horror story on the legacy of Armstrong-ism.

The way that men treated women within the confines of that church was criminal in my opinion.
As you know, there was a criminal element in Armstrong's church and they flourished due to the lack of true, loving and
sane leadership.

The boy who held you at bay and raped you was one of those criminals. Now if you had went to the church authorities, what do you think would the outcome had been? The Painful Truth and other websites dealing with Armstrong-ism have countless pages of testimony as to these injustices.

For the men and women who did not have a spouse, the pickings were slim indeed. You had to settle for someone who was in the church, and may I add, looked to be one of those who was on the lower end of the gene pool. As for the step-dad, you might want to check with the State that this crime took place in and see if it can still be prosecuted. In many cases the crime can be prosecuted a decade after the fact. It is better to get a pound of flesh than live with the regret of knowing the son-of-a-bitch got away with this crime against your child, and most likely is still doing other innocent children.

Why did we stay in the Armstrong cult when we repeatedly observed or experienced such dysfunctionalities?

When I was a member of the Herbert's cult, I started to notice how many of the members appear to be less than sane. In time I came to the conclusion that many of “my brethren" appeared to be rather mentally unstable. Any organization or church can have a few neurotics, that is to be expected, but cults in general collect more than their fair share of nut cases out of the total population of the country. We are not talking about main stream Christianity here, but cults. In the Armstrong cult, we refused to see a lot of contradictions and discrepancies about the behavior and decisions of others. Whether it was another member or the pastor, we had to rationalize and explain away a lot, thereby deceiving ourselves about what was really going on.

However not all cult members are the same. Some may have been a little deluded when they watched Herbert on the idiot box, or a little bewildered about what Mr. Confusion, Herbert W. Armstrong, was teaching. In any case, some did wise up eventually to the fact that they were conned. Some such as yourself had to learn the hard way about the mentally unstable in the cult before you left the group. For more information on past criminal activity in the various Armstrong break-offs, go HERE or HERE.