As previously mentioned, I had to be in a fellowship leadership position in Chicago during the preparation for several of these past UBF international conferences at Michigan State University. Of course, this was not by choice. (I can say this with the utmost confidence: Hardly anything in my UBF life was by choice.) It was during these conference times that Sam Lee became most like the Pharaoh of Exodus 5 in his demand for numbers performance. The leaders would be made to meet every night around 7:30pm with Sam Lee and be made to "promise" to bring a certain number of conference "registrations" by 10-11pm the same night. The fear of the consequences for breaking one's "promise" (usually getting "dumped" in Skokie for a walk back, i.e. "Skokie training") was so great that there was no choice but to "register" anyone "by faith," i.e. pay part of the registration fee out of one's own pocket.
Funnier things happened. On some days, a certain fellowship leader would have a "good day" because his fellowship brought in, say, five conference registrations that day. Then, said fellowship leader would put two of the five conference registrations in his pocket, saving it up for the next day so he would have a better chance of keeping his forced "promise" the next day, a way of "lowering Sam Lee's expectations." Every fellowship leader did this at some point, and they did similar things week to week to cope with the pressure for Sunday meeting attendance numbers. (See also Henry Kriete's account of the effects of another group's obsession with numbers.) When it comes down to it, UBF is all about fear and shame because fear and shame become one's primary motivation for doing anything or for not doing something.
Another bad memory: Yvonne T. just losing it in an almost nervous breakdown after a international conference, right in front of "foreign guests" whom she was supposed to be busily chaparoning.
