In his late ‘60’s, already widowed and terminally ill withMyelofibrosis, he lived just four doors away from his PBCC brother, sister-in-law and nieces. He had been a member of the PBCC all his life, having been brought to their meetings as a child by his mother, had married and gone on to have three children in the cult, two of whom remain members. I am the third. A member until age 32, I could no longer stand thedeceit , hypocrisy and lies and left. I left approximately a year after my father. I had witnessed the assassination of his character by a then fellow member of the PBCC and had already seen my mother pass away aged 62, deeply unhappy at the way she herself had been shamefully treated by cult priests. On questioning PBCC priests about my father’ssituation, they actually attempted to drag him back into their fellowship, by telling the congregation that ‘the Lord had come in for him’. In reality, he had no desire to return, so they shame-facedly had lie to the 400 assembled about his non-appearance.
Now living alone in what can only be described as squalor, my father was studiously ignored by his own neighbourbrother. He neither called, phoned nor showed any interest. PBCC rules require that ex-members are totally shunned. As his condition deteriorated we felt fortunate that we too had left the cult, as we were able to care for him in his last days.
When he died, I informed my two sisters, who asked if a ‘handful’ of fellow PBCC members could attend his burial. I agreed. Two days later they phoned to ask where his body was, as they wanted to take it. I refused to answer that request. On the day of his burial, my wife, daughter and I, along with a lady friend of my father’s ( and her son) were astounded to find around 40 PBCC members already at the graveside. On arrival of the hearse, several male members of the PBCC roughly shoved the undertakers to one side and proceeded to remove the coffin from the car. We looked on in horror, asoutnumbered by cult members we were forced away from the graveside. My father’s lady friend approached the graveside with flowers as the coffin was lowered and she was chased away by a PBCC priest, shouting at her ‘No flowers, no flowers’.
We returned to the cemetery after the PBCC had left and were able to conduct our own little service of sorts, which was scant recompense for the utter humiliation we had endured and the disrespect we had witnessed.
And they claim to show compassion?