Here is a blog article on this site I wrote on 18 October 2014 just after the Australian Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse examined Hillsong.
I have revised and updated it and added some photographs.
Blog article 18 October 2014
This is a shocking true story of the child abuse of the first known boy victim of Pastor William Francis “Frank” Houston in Wellington, New Zealand.
There are six known boy victims of Pastor Frank Houston’s abuse in Lower Hutt, part of the greater Wellington region, but not of Wellington itself. This is because Frank Houston was head pastor of Lower Hutt Assemblies of God church (AOG) and he abused the children in this church.
This case is the first boy victim to be unearthed outside Lower Hutt in a Wellington suburb.
Pastor Frank Houston was a very highly respected and trusted Assemblies of God (AOG) pastor and evangelist based in Wellington New Zealand, my home town.
However, Frank Houston simultaneously had an uncontrollable passion to sexually gratify himself with very young boys aged 7 to 12. This was the preferred demography of his sexual abuse of teens and young boys.
All thirteen victims I’ve identified to date, including three unknown publicly prior to me investigating the situation, are aged 7 to 12 except two teens- Peter Fowler of Lower Hutt AOG aged 15 and ANZ1 aged in his late teens.
Boy victim AHA of Coogee Beach, Sydney, Australia
The current Australian Royal Commission’s investigation of child abuse revealed a victim AHA, a boy victim of Pastor Frank Houston from Coogee Beach, Sydney, Australia, two beaches south of Bondi.
AHA’s abuse took place in the bedroom of his parents home. This case is the same in location: a child’s bedroom.
Frank Houston abused this victim WNZ1 when he was only eight years in WNZ1’s bedroom while WNZ1 was sleeping during trips down the corridor, supposedly to use the toilet. Pastor Frank Houston was ministering and sharing the Holy Bible with the victim’s parents and the guests of his parents at a Saturday night meeting.
How rotten is Hillsong Church?
The question is in my mind each day- If the root is rotten how can the tree be good?
If the seed of anointing which birthed Hillsong is so rotten, how can the tree be good?
Has the sickness and delusion that was Pastor Frank Houston metamorphosed into something far worse under his son?
I have believed for three decades that Hillsong and other Prosperity Churches have turned Pentecost and the true move of the Holy Spirit on its head.
For in my mind, the Church of the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, has fallen on its side and mated with the modern world, and Hillsong is part of that problem.
If the seed is corrupt, how can the tree be good?
The pathological sickness of Frank Houston the founder of Hillsong
Why Pastor Frank Houston sexually abused young boys for most of his life is extremely hard to fathom. I don’t understand it, even though I know a lot about life and the human condition. No doubt it was related to his father’s sexual abuse of him as a child.
Frank Houston couldn’t control his very dark side. If you look at his eyes in photographs they were almost black.
It seems that there were two Franks. Frank the evangelist and godly man. And Frank the devil incarnate and the abuser of young boys. A true Jackal and Hyde persona.
I have come to believe over time that the first Frank, Frank the evangelist and godly man, didn’t exist. It was only a mirage. It was a cover, disguise or foil the pedophile Frank Houston used to access little boys.
Satanists, Illuminati and other sickos have for centuries used various disguises to access little children. What better disguise than a Christian pastor?
The disguise of a Christian pastor or priest to access little children and sexually abuse them is a well-known ruse of Satanists, the Illuminati and pedophiles.
God cares for the boy and male teen victims of Frank Houston
Even as I write, I feel great sadness.
Brian Houston cries for himself and his family.
God cries for the victims. The tears on the face of Jesus. Jesus wept.
Here is the story of boy victim WNZ1. Wellington, New Zealand no 1. The abuse occurred at his parent’s home in a suburb near Tawa.
Woe to him who interferes with a child. It would be better for a millstone to be fastened around his neck and for him to be flung into the deepest sea.”
Paraphrase of Matthew 18:6
“If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea”.
5 And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me; 6 but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.
Boy victim WNZ1’s story, exactly as he told it to me in an email in October 2014.
A bit about me…I went to Teachers College from 72-74 (attending Varsity part time) before Teaching for a year and a half then living a hippie lifestyle.
AB and I hung around Wellington together in the 70’s, walking the fine line between sin, repentance and sainthood. I’m afraid sex and drugs got the better of me for a time. I also hung around up at Kapiti during the late ‘70s with AB. He was (edit) a very close friend.
Here is my story.
I discovered your blog earlier this year when working through childhood trauma with my counsellor. It was very helpful in providing background to my journey, enabling me to finally admit to myself that Frank was my abuser.
I’m 60 years old and the impact of the abuse involving Frank in my life has been significant. Despite appearing to be a successful corporate manager, I couldn’t sustain the facade. Inside I lived with fear, mistrust, anger and shame. I was depressed, lonely and isolated.
I sought comfort from my pain in unhelpful ways, compulsively pursuing and becoming involved in one relationship after another, sometimes having more than one sexual or emotional liaison at a time. I lived my life in compartments and feeling completely shut off from myself, God, my family and friends.
My broken life is testimony to the selfish acts of the sicko creep Frank Houston on an innocent boy.
From the age of five into my teens I attended Lower Hutt AOG with my family.
My encounter with Frank was when I was 8 years old.
My family lived in a Wellington suburb and my parents held a Saturday night prayer meeting which folk from Lower Hutt AOG attended.
Frank attended a few times and it was during these visits that the abuse occurred.
When I read of AHA’s experience in the Commission’s transcript, the details in the description brought everything back. I finally knew deep within me the true horror of what had happened all those years ago.
I recall feeling the weight of Frank on me, the breath in my face and my genitals being fondled.
I was completely paralysed with fear.
I could not speak. I was totally bewildered as to what was going on.
I remember this happening 2 or 3 times.
I tried to explain to my parents what had happened to me. I did not have the words to explain it.
They thought it was a nightmare. I knew differently.
I named this thing ‘the black shadow’.
I took a piece of wood to bed with me every night so I could defend myself or knock on the wall to alert my parents.
The problem was that when ‘the black shadow’ entered my room I was so fearful I could do nothing.
The incidents were not prolonged (although at the time the groping seemed to go on forever!).
I have come to realise that Frank would have excused himself to ‘use the bathroom’ and took a detour via my bedroom on the way.
I believe these incidents would have occurred more if my family hadn’t moved to Lower Hutt in 1962.
The prayer meetings were then held at the church and I don’t recall Frank visiting my home again.
I recently asked my father about the ‘incident’ with Peter Fowler in Lower Hutt where Frank had been accused of abuse. He said it was beyond his comprehension that Frank could have been guilty. He thought at that time, in his naivety that it was an ‘attack of the devil’. He was partly right – the devil was Frank!
A ‘minor’ incident occurred at lunch at the Houston’s when I was a pubescent boy. Frank pressed his leg into mine and had his hand on my thigh. I recall feeling extremely uncomfortable. Frank abused the trust of his children by abusing their friends. How depraved is that?
Another significant event in my life involving Frank occurred in 1969 when I was 15. I was sitting down the back of the church with Brian and Graeme Houston and some of the other youth at a Sunday night service.
We were chatting away during the sermon and Frank came all the way down the centre aisle from the pulpit and yelled at me to stand up. He then yelled at me “You fool!” and then turned to the congregation and continued saying “Fools like you are tools of Satan! I curse you!” He was in an absolute rage.
I still feel the pain and shame of that moment now – 45 years later. Not only was Frank a pervert he was a bully! All my life, from this moment forward I was filled with anxiety and unable to be direct with anyone in authority for fear of being shamed and/or humiliated.
Then the Jesus Hippie thing came along with lots of hugging. Frank would seek out young men to embrace. It was creepy. I still remember him pushing his crotch into me as we embraced in ‘brotherly love’!
Frank the Paedophile was a liar, full of cunning and deceit.
He was a very scary controlling man.
I am sure there are many more victims out there – both children and young adult. I suspect a number of people I knew in my teens and early twenties were victims of Frank.
My wife emailed Brian Houston in 2009 when I uncovered and told her of my abuse. He responded in a supportive way stating he had no knowledge of the abuse but that I was welcome to contact him to discuss it. I have not taken him up on his offer.
I have been granted long-term counselling stemming in part from my childhood abuse experience. I also attend a 12 Step programme which is helping repair my brokeness. I am lucky I have a supportive wife and family which I nearly lost.
I turned away from God for a long time. I am slowly learning to trust God with my life.
I remain angry about what Frank did. I still struggle to find a place of forgiveness in my heart for him.
Maybe Frank didn’t have this verse in his Bible…
But if you cause one of these little ones who trusts in me to fall into sin, it would be better for you to have a large millstone tied around your neck and be drowned in the depths of the sea. Matthew 18:6.
Thanks Donald, for bringing the abuses of Frank to light.
Keep up the campaign.
Truth always wins in the end.