I attended a wedding service there once in 1983, when my childhood friend Brent married Fred’s daughter Shirley.
This was back before the national notoriety began, but the family, and Fred in particular, were already well known in Topeka for their legal shenanigans. By this I don’t mean “illegal activities” but rather their publicity-generating work in the courts as a collective law firm. Fred was known to be eccentric but more of a local nuisance than a national disgrace back then. This is the way I remember it, at least. I had moved away from Topeka some years before so may have missed out on more recent developments, but while I was living there and heard talk of the Phelps clan I thought “crazy lawyers” rather than “religious fanatics”. (This view may have been slanted because I knew they were putting my friend Brent through law school, however.)
Fred conducted a loooong church service before the wedding (or perhaps immediately after, I can’t recall), full of the kind of frothing-at-the-mouth fire and brimstone you can imagine. I don’t remember any specific vitriol, and as far as I know the word “fags” never came up, but one theme he dwelt on was his daughter’s purity and virtue… he commended her for never missing a single church service, and made some point about her never having cut her hair. Apparently this was also some sign of virtue within the church (or perhaps I totally misunderstood or misremembered what was said, but whenever I see Shirley in the news I see she still keeps her hair very long, so I don’t think I imagined this comment).
These commendations prompted one attendee to quip after the service that the ringbearer, Shirley’s 4-year-old illegitimate son, must have been conceived on a rare night when church services were not held. Everyone there knew he was her son and that this was her first marriage, so I was surprised to hear his illegitimacy reported in recent years as though it had been a deep dark secret.
The only other strong memory I have of it was that the church auditorium (if you can even call it that) was very small. It had a very low ceiling and seems (in my distant memory) to be no more than about 20’ x 30’ in area. It might have been an adjunct to another building, possibly Fred’s house. Again, however, this was almost 30 years ago and I haven’t thought much about it in that time, so I could be conflating this with a memory of another place. In all likelihood the church has expanded or relocated by now anyway.
I haven’t kept in touch with Brent since that day, and never had anything to do with the church before or since, so this is the extent of my insight on the WBC.
Regarding Brent himself: I’m sure he is fully inculcated in the church by now, but I remember him as just a typical kid, very clever and bright with a wicked sense of humor (we got into a lot of boys-will-be-boys trouble back then), and one of the last people I’d expect to find standing on streetcorners screaming about God’s sexual preference. Part of me wonders whether he joined the church as a joke and is still laughing about it 30 years later.
(Forgive me for all the qualifiers regarding my memory above, but the last thing I need is for someone from the WBC to read this and come after me for misrepresentation. What I’ve written here is true to the best of my decades-old recollection.)