It is a strange parish, I have had people pull out knives to show me in the confessional. We had to abandon having an offerory procession, not after the wine got drunk on several occassions or the ciborium was stolen, it was the dog excrement under the altar breads. We tried keeping the Church open but then someone hacked the collection box out of the wall, we closed it after someone was stopped with an armful of candlesticks.I have to keep an eye out a Holy Communion for Satanists who want to steal hosts or drunks who just want a slug of the Precious Blood.
We used to put on talks and seminars I stopped inviting people when one or two of our parishioners were so rude and speakers refused to come a second time. I have had people wander through the sacristy and into my house and steal things. On one occasion after the evening Mass I found one of our regulars had walked into the house and gone to my bedroom and was asleep in a guest bedroom, I fond her when there was a crash upstairs.
From time to time someone wanders in off the street and creates a disturbance, improvising prayers or telling me or the congregation we are all hypocrites. Sometime ago we had crackhead with two barking dogs who shouted and ranted during our Saturday evening Mass, then picked a fight with an elderly lady. At Christmas Midnight Mass someone exposed themself. Holy Saturday someone put a hammer though the sacristy window, they used it to rob a local shop. Last week someone had a rant because he didn't like the way I was celebrating Mass.
It is Brighton, but sometimes it feels like a war of attrition.