Brad’s story


Brad’s story is told from his grave. He died of black water fever (a severe form of malaria) in Africa on a mission with the Greens. I was there. I was with him when he died. There’s a reason Deborah Green tried to cover herself regarding Brad’s death in her million dollar lie letter that she wrote and then ordered my daughter Rebekah to sign.


It really didn’t happen that way. No qualified doctor gave Brad a good prognosis, and he wasn’t “strong and healthy” the day before the Greens returned to the US with their son Joshua who was ill with the same parasitic infection.

So Joshua returns to the US, is admitted into an ICU, and Brad remains in Malawi laying on a grass mat on a concrete floor. I’m the one who gets up to care for him when he throws up in the night.

The day before the Greens returned to the USA, they cast Brad’s demons out, “demons of sickness, demons of malaria,” the ones making him so sick, and afterwards they declare him healed. “He’ll be up and back to working tomorrow,” Jim said.

But they never see Brad again. More than twice I say to Steve, “he’s going to die if he doesn’t get help,” but I’m not the one in charge, he is. The day the Greens return to the US, Steve tells Brad to get up, man-up, and be a soldier of God. He instructs Brad to shovel dirt in the warm of the day, with fever, and later shames him for buying a cold soda to hydrate himself. Steve said soldiers don’t treat themselves to sodas in front of the locals. He always cared a lot about the way things looked.

I’m not altogether blaming the Greens or Steve for Brad’s death. Unlike them, I don’t claim to know everything. But it’s quite plausible that had Brad been given the same early intervention as the Green’s son, maybe he’d be alive to tell us about it.

As a retired registered nurse, certified nephrology nurse (RN, CNN) who worked 15 years in ICUs throughout Sacramento, Yolo, and El Dorado counties (CA), caring for septic, multisystem failure, renal failure patients, I can say this: early intervention in an infectious disease as this is key to a hopeful prognosis—nothing at all to do with demons!!!

We made him out to be a hero, a martyr for God’s army, the army that sheds no blood. And by right of Brad, he was a hero. He sacrificed all for the god he believed in, and he never once complained.

But in hind-sight, it’s clear that the Greens don’t care a lot for their own people, their own followers, their soldiers, the very people who support them and make way for their delusions to take flight.

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Sacramento Bee, July, 1987: Mom wants her son’s remains after church camp “martyrdom”

“I Escaped a Cult”– Inside the Greens – Nat Geo TV Blogs

—>“I Escaped a Cult”– Inside the Greens – Nat Geo TV Blogs.

Comments on natgeo blog made by two former members, one my oldest son:

April 16, 2012, 4:26

“Dear People, I belonged to the Aggressive Christianity Missions Training Corps for 20 Years.  I left the group in 2004, it’s important for people to understand that this group has done a lot of damage to destroy families and lives that were a big part of their organization. I have one son who I raise in the organization and by the mercies of the Lord he is standing on his own feet, as so am I. But to all those out there that have suffered tremendous pain and hurt mentally and emotionally due to groups such as this, my prayers and heart goes out to you and your families. There is so much more to tell in regards to the ACMTC group, I hope Maura’s story will enlighten the public, it is a chip of the iceberg, hopefully someday the group will come to it’s end.”


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December 13, 2012, 12:39 am

“I spent almost all of my childhood in this cult, got out when I turned 18. The person who donated his sperm to my mother (Steve AKA Phillip) is still in there. Yeah, they are a bunch of a$$ holes, and they certainly deserve to be dealt with. But what can be done? They continue to spread their hatred, and do their best to take advantage of gullible people, who are “searching”. I’m glad my mother did this show, she’s a strong person, and a great mother. The cult does their best to slander her, but anybody of sound mind can see right through their garbage.”



1993/me and Nate shortly after he walked away from ACMTC.

a word from Lisa, the 3’rd woman ousted into the shed… .

Today I had a delightful 3 hour phone conversation with Lisa, the third woman to be excommunicated into the shed on ACMTC’s compound in winter of 1987. She was my closest friend in there, and when I was finally kicked out, I think she helped me more than anybody else to understand what I’d come out of. We’d stay up until all hours of the morning talking, brain storming thoughts about what had just happened, and what’s going on behind the doors of ACMTC. We knew it was dark. It was an amazingly time of new awareness for us, and it bonded us forever. I feel so close to this woman I haven’t seen in 25 years.

Lisa holds a master’s degree in education, and she’s created a lovely life for herself where she’s making a big difference in other people’s lives.

Lisa and Abe had just come home from spending two years in the Philippines when Lila Green prophesied judgment on her. They weren’t there when shit first hit the fan, when god’s judgment came into the camp. Below, with Lisa’s permission to publish, is an email she sent me yesterday, before talking with her today for the first time in about 25 years. Such an amazing joy to reconnect with this strong and beautiful woman.

Lila’s systematic and methodical approach to separating mothers from their children and husbands was so vile and sinister, her goal to create individuals with no sense of self, value or a knowing that they were loved by mothers, helped to further her goal of control and blind devotion. I feel so grateful because my daughter was so young and her memories of that time are rooted in our life in the jungle and a world of the natural indigenous way of being. In harmony with all life and respectful of the tribe and community.  It is this experience in the jungle that strengthened and propelled me to leave that shed. I had been living in the natural world for two years, in balance with all creation and within three days my soul knew that what was occurring at the ministry was not of God. I had to escape. Alas my husband who had shared a life of amazing grace and had witnessed miracles with me in the Islands was lost to oppression, fear and unnatural mind control. It was devastating. Today I struggle from time to time with the loss: but I have overcome so many hurdles, racially, professionally, financially, emotionally and spiritually that it is frightening for me to consider revisiting that past. I have dedicated my life to serving marginalized communities of women and children regarding health access, so obviously I am committed to assisting the vulnerable from harmful influences and oppression. I just wish to stay personally safe in the process.”    

                                                                Lisa,  former ACMTC member


divorces and name changes in 1987


I found this in old files today, information gathered in the late 1980’s. Lila (Deborah) prophesied judgment over me in January of ’87. “God’s bringing us into a new dispensation,” she said. “God’s judgment is here, and judgment begins in the house of the Lord.”

So as they were getting rid of me, they were getting rid of other wives, too, wives like me who didn’t measure up for God’s army. We questioned. We put our armour down. We “listened to the devil, to demons, to the voices inside our heads.” We leaned on the side of our own understanding. “Unfaithful women. Backsliders. Whores. Witches!” 

After 3 of us women were ostracized to the shed and given the names of Forsaken, Barren and Despised, the insiders began changing their names, too. Lila became Deborah. Steve became Philip.

They live with no identity trail, no paper trail, no financial trail. They claim to have taken a “vow of poverty.” They deal with cash only. Men with dependents who’ve been coerced by the Greens to “forsake their children for God,” let driver’s licenses expire so they can’t be traced to pay child support.

No paper trail, no financial trail. When they trashed their property in Sacramento and moved to Oregon, a member’s father hid the Green’s personal property under his name. When they fled rural Oregon, unwelcomed by the community there, they purchased  land in remote Fence Lake New Mexico using $500,000 in money orders.

Hiding assets—that’s “how” my California judgment crossed into New Mexico. Statue of limitations is the issue. My N.M. suit has nothing to do with what they did or didn’t do in California, it has to do with them ignoring the judgment, going from state to state hiding assets—in which case the statue of limitaions may be determined null.

twenty years ago today my son walked away from ACMTC

IMG_0197I’m so proud of my son Nate. He’s strong and kind and wonderful and smart and aware and funny and talented and more, of course. Here I am with him in his wood shop. He’s come a long way.

Nate snuck out of ACMTC headquarters late at night, leaving with only the clothes he had on. The escape was planned. My son-in-law at the time, Mike (who years earlier with my daughter Rebekah and their two children also quietly left ACMTC late at night) flew to Gallup N.M., rented a four-wheel drive and drove out to Fence Lake with a State Trooper guiding him. The plan was to pick Nate up at 11PM, so at 11 PM Nate walked out to the roadside, and 15 minutes later Mike showed up. The plan worked.

Today Nate’s one of my shining stars. I absolutely love the integrity of this man who suffered so much as a boy, who was denied love by his father, always put down by him, humiliated by him and the Greens, made to feel “not good enough.”

Upon leaving, good men were drawn to him. Today he has two fathers, so to speak, in his life. First there’s Mark, a downtown Sacramento contractor/developer. Mark saw Nate’s talent and good nature and swooped him up, calling him “his boy,” and later made him his business partner. Together they restored historical homes.

DSC04255-1                                                                     Mark (“Gino”)

When Mark more or less retired, Gary, another good-to-the-bone guy, a world renown wood turner, invited Nate to come make furniture with him in his shop—“our shop,” Gary says, and he gave Nate the keys.

A really sweet thing Gary does is that every time a loved one dies, he buys an old machine in his or her memory, restores it to great condition, puts it in his shop, and then every time he uses it he thinks of him or her. Mark, Gary and Nate are all kind and thoughtful men.

the other excommunicated women


Actually, Deborah Green excommunicated 3 women within a period of a few months, all three of us crammed within the shed. First there was me. Deborah declared me “judged by god,” and she changed my name to Forsaken (forsaken by god). She handed me an dingy white formless sack dress and a black scarf, and instructed me to wear them at all times “when in the presence of god’s soldiers,” and to “wear them with shame.”

After me came Jacque, later name changed to Rachel. Deborah declared Jackie also judged by god, and changed her name to Barren, and gave her a hospital gown to wear (before ACMTC Jacque was a psychiatric nurse). After five months of shame and humiliation, “god” determined Jackie worthy enough to return to ACMTC’s ranks, and then her name became Rachel.

I’m happy to report that after >20 years of taking crap from the Greens, Rachel found the courage to leave. She said she just couldn’t take it anymore, that things were never going to get better. Today she lives 7 blocks down the street from me. Small world!

Lisa became woman number three. She and her husband and little girl returned from a “missionary trip” in the Philippines shortly after “god’s judgment descended upon the camp.” Three days later Deborah pronounced “god’s judgment” on Lisa, and changed her name to “Dispised.”

After three rainy days of confinement in the shed, damp blankets in the morning from ground water seeping up through the plywood floor, Lisa snapped. Having just returned from the Philippines, away from Deborah Green and ACMTC’s camp for a while, she had access to her own internal voice. She pushed her way into the “citadel” where the Green’s lived, grabbed her daughter, called the police, and fled.

After Lisa fled with daughter, the Greens instructed Jackie and I to move into the basement of barracks #4. My ex (Steve) ordered our 11 year old son Nate to tear the shed down. He tore it down within two days, and then Steve gave Jacque and I hammers and a crow bar, and ordered us to pull out the nails, and to stack the wood in piles.


more old media clips… . circa 1988

Abe shorly after leaving ACMTC.