A Few Samples of Darryl Ward’s Writing
If you want to know more about Darryl,
Here is a page. It’s messy though. And just a place to dump some stuff. But plenty is here if you want to know it.
If you’re interested, then you can access his old website on the waybackmachine. The url is theword.tk
https://web.archive.org/web/20220129064455/http://theword.tk/
You can find his sermons on sermoncentral here:
https://sermoncentral.com/contributors/darryl-ward-profile-61924
Encountering Christ On Death Row
The Real Face Of The Persecuted
Sally: Tell me about them.
David: I met them in early 2007. This was after I got back from the USA and Europe. This was after Amanda and I were already engaged. Amanda and I got engaged back in late 2006.
I had actually seen Darryl once before, fishing for eels from the bridge across the Raumati stream while walking back from Amanda’s place. Strangely enough, this was on the very same day that Amanda and I got engaged. I didn’t know him at the time, and I don’t know if I recognised him, so I didn’t say hello. Which is a strange story, but such is life.
But anyway, I met them all for the first time early in 2007. Amanda and I visited them at their house on Margaret Road, Raumati Beach. They made a fairly good impression. And they seemed nice.
The next point I want to make is that I realise it was an unusual thing for a young woman to just all of a sudden just get engaged, even for a young Christian woman who had recently converted to Christianity, but they seemed to cope just fine. Again, I want to acknowledge that it was kind of a crazy thing for a young woman of only 18 to just all of a sudden be engaged to be married. And I acknowledge that I hadn’t even met her fathers’s side of the family first! And so at the time I had felt that it could have been considered a little bit offensive. But they didn’t protest or make a fuss. (Now in hindsight, they were all scumbags and fakes. And they knew that Amanda was a parasite and a fake Christian, and all of them were in on it.)
My view of things at the time is that Amanda had had a troubled background, and gone off the rails a bit in school, converted to Christianity, and then she and I had then got engaged (and then married). And that now we were the slightly unusual fundamentalist Christian couple in the family. And that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that Amanda had converted to Christianity and that she and I were together! This next bit is only tangentially related, but Amanda also told me often that without me, she might not have survived. She claimed that she had been very depressed and suicidal back when we first got together. And that she relied on me to keep her sane (more about that later). And that without me and without becoming a Christian she may have killed herself. I thought in some ways that I had been a good influence on Amanda, and had also been instrumental in her choice to become a Christian.
Anyway, I liked visiting their house. And sometimes Amanda and I went to her father’s church instead of the CCC.
Natasha and her mother used to cook Russian fried potatoes for me (which I liked). Amanda raved about the fried potatoes. They were just fried potatoes and onions in a frying pan, but they were pretty nice. I liked the fried potatoes so much that I asked for their recipe/instructions. And once I learned how to make them, I used to make them for Amanda and me sometimes, but I admit that Natasha and her mother did a better job of it, even though mine were nice too. Darryl used to make tofu, which Amanda loved. And Luda made plov sometimes, which I quite liked. And she even gave some to Amanda sometimes when I wasn’t there, so that Amanda could take some home for me. She used to make it with chickpeas, meat and carrots in it. I appreciated this. They were welcoming to me. And offering people is an important part of hospitality and kindness for Russians, or so it seems.
Back when I first met his side of the family, they lived right beside St Mark’s Anglican Church. Right beside it. There was a gate to walk through to get from the church to the house and back again. You didn’t have to go out to the street. You just walked through the gate. He preached at the church sometimes. He was a lay minister at the church (to be a lay minister means he hadn’t been ordained, and wasn’t a formal part of church leadership). Amanda and I used to go to this church sometimes. A fair bit actually. And not just when Darryl was preaching either. It would be the four of us. Me, Amanda, Maria and Darryl. It was a small church. Maria would play with the toys in the kids area at the back of the room. She was three or four years old. Amanda and I would listen to the sermon, recite the stuff from the liturgy book, and sing the hymns. We shook the hand of the main minister in the way out of the church service. And then we went to have tea and a biscuit in the little building just behind the church and we would socialise with the other parishioners. This is the norm in New Zealand churches (tea, coffee or a biscuit).
After that we went through the gate to Darryl and Natasha’s home to visit for a while. And we would spend time with that side of the family. By the way, they were living extremely close to where Amanda and her mother normally lived (5 Weka Road). And so even in 2007 and 2008 we saw them a fair bit.
By the way, before becoming Christian he’d had a bad past (alcohol especially), and so I believed that his becoming a Christian to have been a massive improvement for him. Amanda seemed to think that he was still not such a good person.
Here is some gossip and background information at the time… Maria had recently suffered bad burns from reaching up to the stove and pulling down boiling water onto herself. Natasha had got in a bunch of trouble for driving while under the influence of (prescription) drugs and crashing her car into someone. And nearly got deported. The drugs were for back and neck pain. She later cured her back and neck pain by walking for an hour on the beach every day.
Darryl in the past
Amanda’s father used to be a punk rocker. His band was called “goat rider”. I don’t like punk. I think that the music is lame. Their house was very cold and damp, physically. They moved house sometime around 2009, but I can’t remember exactly when. They moved to Hulme Way.
They called Maria their little monkey.
Did we see them much in 2007 and 2008? The answer is… yes, a bit. We saw them a fair bit. We visited sometimes for tea or food. And we used to go to their church too. We were family. Natasha was a good host and quite welcoming. And I enjoyed talkig to her. She was intelligent. And how much did we see them in 2009-2011? Again, a fair bit. I’m not quite remembering the exact chronology. But we used to see them at their place. And sometimes they came to 5 Weka Road. Amanda went there a lot as well.
[[[they invited us to a party in 2010, which I went to]]] - talk about this.
I want to talk more about Darryl for a bit. Do you mind? I already spoke about him earlier.
Sally: No, of course I don’t mind.
David: I don’t know where to start with Darryl.
Lesley had bad mouthed Darryl before I even got to know him. Lesley told me that Darryl was no good, and Amanda told me that he had been a terrible father and that the only reason that she had a relationship with them at all was because of Maria (and Natasha).
He was my father-in-law. He was an Anglican minister when I met him, but when he was younger, he was a punk, an alcoholic, and a wastrel in general. He liked punk music. He grew up in a Christian household. But when he discovered punk, it was like everything was different to him. He said something like that, “everything changed”. It’s like he decided to be a different type of person. And so he became a punk. He lived like a bit of a punk for a while. And he became an alcoholic and used to drink a lot. I honestly can’t understand why someone would feel that hearing punk and being exposed to punk culture would be so meaningful, but to them sometimes it feels and tastes like freedom. They like the idea of rebellion. He later became a Christian. But when he became a Christian he became an Anglican. And he was also a liberal Christian. Not a conservative, an evangelical or a fundamentalist. He was also quite a bit left wing. I wasn’t. I was a hardcore libertarian and pro-capitalist. By the way, my point of view was that capitalism is good because it delivers the goods, lifts people out of poverty and mostly because it isn’t communism. Libertarianism was good because it was the antithesis of communism and Nazism and fascism. And having read a lot of holocaust literature and some literature about communism also (I read about the great famine and the cultural revolution, especially in the book Mao: The Unknown Story by Jung Chang) I had come to believe that the number one political priority globally is just to avoid stupid and insane things like communism and Nazism and fascism and other forms of lunatic totalitarianism. I viewed Marxism as a form of mental illness, or possibly a disease of the soul. Anyone who understood economics (or reality, or history) understands that Marxism is completely retarded and extraordinarily dangerous. Anyway, he was left wing. I wasn’t. I was a fanatical libertarian, a pro-capitalist, and extremely anti-totalitarian and fairly anti-authoritarian. I was the opposite to his type of Christian. I’m not sure if that is relevant. Anyway. He was mild in personality, very quiet. He was badly overweight and quickly becoming obese when I met him. He ended up becoming quite obese. He was balding and blonde and wore glasses. He looked about 10 years older than he was.
He seemed to me to be fairly (moderately) intelligent to me at the time. I don’t know if that’s true though. Setting that aside, he had dropped out of university when he was young though, with only a little bit of study left to graduate. And he just didn’t have his degree. He didn’t finish it until years later, and then he finished it by distance through the open polytechnic. For work he worked as a magazine editor at the nursing council. He did layouts or something. I saw some of his work, and I felt that it was perfectly acceptable. He liked making Turkish coffee. It was one of his hobbies. He doted on his younger daughter. Amanda was envious of the relationship that they had, I think. “Maria got the nice Darryl, the fun Darryl”. He liked catching eels at the stream, and sometimes made smoked eel. He took Maria with him eeling sometimes (often?). She seemed to like eeling, and would have a bucket full of eels sometimes.
He later graduated from university as an adult. He finished his undergraduate degree through the open polytechnic of New Zealand on his laptop at home. He got a Bachelor of Arts majoring in communications, with some sort of extra communications diploma. He also later completed a masters degree in theology and/or ministry (or a licentiate?). He got this through The Ecumenical Institute for Distance Theological Studies (EIDTS). He has worked in various kinds of ministry.
I should mention that he didn’t learn to drive until late in life (afraid, flustered at intersections).
He has a bad back. And at one point it was so bad that he had to sleep on the floor for extended periods of time.
Back when Amanda was young he had massive conflicts with Lesley over custody. They were both terrible people. He lost in court a fair bit, and ended up being excluded as a parent. He started doing spurious lawsuits against Lesley and her parents. It was expensive. He would do things like steal lemons from Natalie and Ken’s lemon tree. And then Natalie would react, and then take him to court, and then he would represent himself. And it would cost her lots of money in legal fees. They were all bizarre and horrible people. He also had some problems with tax evasion.
He got into father’s rights ministry. Trying to fight for the rights of fathers. Which seems odd to me?
Here is a paper he wrote about pastoral care for excluded fathers. He seems to have written it as part of a theology qualification.
https://www.howcommunicate.com/extra-uploads-darryl-s-paper-on-pastoral-care-for-excluded-fathers
He used to campaign and argue for the rights of excluded fathers. He was really into it! In spite of being a massive alcoholic back when he lost custody and visitation (at least that’s how I think it went).
He also hated homosexuals, not that that’s relevant. He called it “same sex attraction disorder” and called AIDS “gay related immune dysfunction”.
And one more thing, Amanda told me that she hated visiting him when she was young. And she hated it so much that she would hold on to the bannisters at her grandparents house to avoid being dragged to the car. I’m not sure how much this is her being dishonest or melodramatic. Andy how much of it was her mother turning her against her father and how much of it was her father’s home just being horrible. But Amanda clearly didn’t like visiting her father when she was young.
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He lost contact with Amanda for periods of times. Or was paternally excluded or something. He was excluded as a parent. I think that is what happened. He had a lot of trouble with custody. He was also drinking heavily at the time.
At one point he moved to Latin America. And then he came back just for Amanda. He said, I would have stayed there forever, but I had to come back for your sake. He used it as a guilt trip on Amanda (according to Amanda).
He also got into death row ministry, but that came much later in life. Maybe 2014? But I can’t recall exactly when that happened.
Here is a link talking about his death row ministry:
https://web.archive.org/web/20220120044602/http://dismas.tk/
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He also started preaching at the Anglican church.
And here is a page linking you to his sermons:
https://sermoncentral.com/contributors/darryl-ward-profile-61924
Lesley and Darryl experienced a lot of conflict in their life. They buried the hatchet eventually. Amanda also used Maria as a tool to try to forge closer ties between the two sides of her family (she took her little sister to her Nana’s place to meet Ken and Natalie. And then later took her to meet Lesley and Shane and spend time with them).
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Here is his punk act:
https://youtu.be/fzIUTdVSfx8?si=PS526YO_Chy1xefu
In this video Darryl sings some punk music very badly, and then rides on a rocking horse with a goat’s skull on it, breathes fire, and then eventually lights his hair on fire. A band mate puts out the fire.
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He was born and raised in New Plymouth where is mother Kathleen still lived.
According to his website he now works for a child protection organisation.
He wrote a paper about the use of pastoral care for excluded fathers. I already linked to it above, but there is that link again.
https://www.howcommunicate.com/extra-uploads-darryl-s-paper-on-pastoral-care-for-excluded-fathers
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Darryl’s website:
You can access his website on the waybackmachine. The url is theword.tk
https://web.archive.org/web/20220129064455/http://theword.tk/
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Darryl’s sermons
You can find his sermons on sermoncentral here:
https://sermoncentral.com/contributors/darryl-ward-profile-61924
They will help you to understand his incredible hypocrisy.
I think that he’s basically a fake and otherwise good for nothing. Very self centred. Just look at his sermons and you’ll see. Also, he lived 2 minutes away from my house where I was crippled for 7 years and didn’t help me.
That’s all for Darryl for now. I will tidy it up later.
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