Characteristics of (false) super apostles

IMO, the type of leadership at MCF (Melbourne Christian Fellowship) and BCF (Brisbane Christian Fellowship) we lived under for more than 25 years is best described by 2 Cor 11.

Paul describes the characteristics of so-called ‘super apostles’, ones that were claiming to be apostolic messengers:

5 I do not think I am in the least inferior to those “super-apostles.” . . . 12 And I will keep on doing what I am doing in order to cut the ground from under those who want an opportunity to be considered equal with us in the things they boast about. 13 For such people are false apostles, deceitful workers, masquerading as apostles of Christ. 14 And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. 15 It is not surprising, then, if his servants also masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will be what their actions deserve. . .  19 You gladly put up with fools since you are so wise! 20 In fact, you even put up with anyone who enslaves you or exploits you or takes advantage of you or puts on airs or slaps you in the face.

2 Cor 11:5-19

I don’t know about you guys, but those characteristics and behaviours are EXACTLY what we lived under at MCF:

• enslaving
• exploiting
• takes advantage
• putting on airs
• slapping you in the face

They did it all. And continuously.

They paraded in front of us as kings and princes. Especially Vic Hall.

They enslaved us in purposeful and/or pointless endeavors.

They took advantage of our lowly positions and complying natures. So that, if we were low and trampled enough, they could ask us to give up anything.

They rubbished our plans and contributions: a slap in the face. 100x.

In fact, in my letter to them I described their continuous rubbishing of my plans and contributions as their:

. . vomiting and defecating crap and pissing over my life as I lay on the ground under them, after their spiritual whippings and bashings, with my eyeballs metaphorically knocked out of their sockets.

My letter to the MCF Presbytery

They literally mocked me and almost laughed at me:

There’s a man with blocked goals.

David Bonham to his henchmen about me, in front of me. As I was weeping.

Bastards. Absolute low lifes. Not men enough to admit it later to the point of accountability.

And that was the obvious stuff.

Living in that place every day, knowing you were five rungs below almost anyone else was like utter misery. Watching the strutting. Just trusting that somehow God knew. And despite knowing we had contributions to make. But we couldn’t say anything unless it was glorying a Vic Hall book.

St Paul forgot to add:

• partial
• wasteful

MCF was the most partial and wasteful place I could ever CONCEIVE of!

They were so partial and wasteful it was sickening.

You knew when you suggested something it was going straight into the waste basket. We may as well have been living there.