'I spent two days inside a cult and I can see why people join them.'

I could see the attraction of joining the Gloriavale Christian Community, located at Haupiri on New Zealand's South Island.

We’d moved to the West Coast for my (now ex) husband’s new head teacher position.

Within a few months, he was assigned a student teacher who would spend a couple of months learning from him. To our surprise, the student was a young woman from Gloriavale — a local Christian community who very rarely socialised with people on the outside.

There was a lot of gossip around our town about Gloriavale, and it was hard to know what was true.

Our friends told us things like, “They share everything. They don’t even have their own shoes.”

But none of them had actually talked to anyone from Gloriavale, so we were sceptical. We knew how easy it was to spread gossip in small towns.

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After the first student left, a second Gloriavale student was assigned to my husband’s preschool.

Both of them were friendly, bright young women and very capable teachers. As Christians ourselves, we got along well with them.

When the opportunity came up for us to spend the weekend at their community with our two young children, we jumped on it.

We thought it was most likely a cult, but we wanted to make our own judgments about it rather than listen to the gossip.

I tugged at my borrowed ankle-length black skirt, wondering if it was modest enough.

It was a little tight fitting, but I didn’t even own a long skirt or dress, let alone a blue one like the Gloriavale women wore. My friend’s one would have to do.

We’d been asked to wear appropriate clothing. I packed a couple of loose-fitting tops, but wasn’t quite sure what to do with my long curly blonde hair. It’s not exactly subtle.

The Gloriavale women all wear headscarves, so in the end I tied it back in a low ponytail and hoped it was enough.

I wanted them to feel comfortable, and that we were being respectful of their culture. I’ve done the same in other countries, so it was no big deal.

When we arrived, our student friends welcomed us and introduced us to their babies and husbands.

Then one of them took us on a tour of the creche, kindergarten, and primary school. We spent a few hours talking to the various teachers and playing with the children.

The kindergarten was exactly like any other, but with stunning murals on the walls–scenes of the lake, forests, and animals, painted by local Gloriavale artists. One of the kids asked me to read them a bible story of 'Daniel in the Lion’s Den'.

I knew Gloriavale censored their media. They’d told us about movie night and how editors sliced out anything about divorce, affairs, or children disrespecting their parents.

“Some movies are lovely romantic movies if you just cut out the beginning!” they said.

But as I read 'Daniel in the Lion’s Den', I noticed several blanked out words.

Why would a bible story need censorship? I didn’t think it was polite to ask.

After our school tour, we were invited to visit the kitchen.

It was huge and dozens of women worked happily and quietly inside, making everything from bread to homemade butter. I found myself shushing my own girls to match the quiet atmosphere.

“The teenage boys run the smaller community farm and bring us fresh milk every morning straight after milking,” an older woman explained softly, offering us a glass of warm creamy milk from a large bucket on the bench and an inch-thick slice of homemade bread spread with butter.

After dinner, our hosts led us up to the second floor of one of the community’s large white hostels.

It reminded me of church camp.

Extended families, with aunties, uncles, and grandparents all live in rooms next to each other on the same floor. We were shown to a spare room set aside for guests on the floor where the community's founder — Hopeful Christian — and his family lived.

Hopeful Christian had spent almost a year in prison in 1995 on sexual abuse charges.

He addressed it with us early on. He was surprisingly open.

Hopeful did almost all of the talking and only looked at my husband.

I could tell why people followed this man, yet I could imagine him being equally powerful if someone stepped out of line.

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I spent time with some of the women.

I could feel the family support and lack of financial stress. Far away from my own family, I often struggled at home alone raising two young children on our single income. Surely, these women would never feel lonely like I did at times?

The whole weekend we were there, no-one ever raised their voice. Children were calmly guided, and I never saw any tantrums.

I could see why you’d want to live in a community, but with its strict rules and beliefs about the outside world, it was clearly still a cult.

And I was only there for one weekend.

Now, several years later, recent court cases and leavers speaking out have revealed more about the hidden side of Gloriavale — the side we never saw — from forced labour to physical, spiritual, and sexual abuse.

The quiet atmosphere I enjoyed on the surface wasn’t as much self-control as a sign of oppressive control from leadership.

The gentleness wasn’t an innate character trait, but years of training to be sweet, submissive, and obedient.

With fear and gaslighting, any of us can be made to fake it, even when there’s far more going on behind closed doors.

Hopeful Christian, whose birth name was Neville Cooper, died in 2018. A Royal Commission of Inquiry into Abuse in Care found abuse took place in Gloriavale. Leaders released an apology in January 2025.

"The Church at Gloriavale acknowledges that the Royal Commission of Inquiry into historic Abuse in Care during the timeframe from 1950 to 1999 found that abuse happened in this church community. We accept the Royal Commission's recommendation to ensure the ongoing safety of people in our care," it said.

Gloriavale is now led by Howard Temple, since May 2018. It's estimated around 600 people live there now.

We met many amazing people living in Gloriavale and I hope, one day, their home will be truly peaceful and safe — the way we all deserve home to be.

The feature image is made up of screenshots from the 2022 documentary Gloriavale by Limelight Distribution. You can find out more here.

This post was originally published in August 2022 and has been updated since.