I Don’t Really Want to Share This

Recently, the Saxophone Player and I shared the reason for our re-marriage; it is posted on the GREGANS…AGAIN! page of this blog.

Most anyone who has known us for any length of time knows some part of the story behind our remarriage. However, this is a pretty thorough telling, and it wasn’t easy for me to click that Publish button. I still battle worrying about what people will think. Will they be offended? Confused? Disappointed? Will they doubt Doug’s ministry? Transparency is risky business.

The story is written in Doug’s voice, because it really is his story. He wrote the first draft, and I edited his part and filled in missing bits. It was emotionally exhausting to remember some of those difficult days. I had to not only walk down Memory Lane, but pitch a tent and stay a while in some of pretty dark alleyways. I thank God that wounds have all healed. Some scars are barely visible now.

If you do read this abbreviated version of our experience with sexual addiction in our marriage, I hope you will recognize that God is the Hero of this story. Had He not intervened, our destruction was inevitable. We were on the road to death, but He gave us a detour. And, I say “we,” because even though I was the “good one,” so to speak, spiritually we were—and are—one. That is what makes a godly marriage so unique, and so potentially powerful as a vehicle for expressing the love of God.

For hope’s sake, I invite you to read our little story. It is officially the tale of how Doug came to propose to me again, but it is really a testimony of God’s faithfulness. And, without doubt, I know that what He has done for me, He can do for you. Whatever circumstance you are facing, there is hope through Christ.

P.S. If you want to RSVP to the wedding, to let us whether you can attend or not, we have created a page to make it nice and easy: CLICK HERE

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David, Abigail & Nabal

Or, The Story of How The Lord Spoke to Doug and Led Him to Ask Caroline to Remarry Him

by Doug & Caroline Gregan

Everything seemingly took place during our time in Arizona this past November, but really this is a story that was 26 years in the making. That is a lot of history, and we will not burden you with the whole story here. We will share just enough to help you understand that this decision to remarry is not about whimsy or romance or tradition. Or, hyper-spirituality. It is actually the fulfillment of a promise.

In 1 Samuel 25, the Word of God tells us of a very wealthy man named Nabal, his wife Abigail, and David. David and his army had been hiding from Saul in the caves of the Wilderness of Paran. On the day of a great feast at Nabal’s house, David sent ten men to appeal to Nabal for food, informing him that they had served him even without his knowledge. They had protected his shepherds and sheep in the wilderness. Nabal was now celebrating the shearing season with a large meal for all his household, and David only asked that he show him favor and give food to him and his men. Sharing of his abundance was a just reward. Instead, Nabal reviled David and flatly denied his request. When David heard this, he and 400 men armed themselves and left the caves to confront Nabal and destroy his household.

A servant, who must have known Abigail was a woman of “good understanding,” alerted her to what her husband had done and to what David was about to do. Abigail quickly gathered enough food for David and his men and sent it with her servants, following behind them on a donkey. When she saw David, she fell at his feet and made one of the most powerful appeals for mercy that we find recorded in the Bible. David recognized that she had been sent by the Lord to keep him from committing a terrible sin, and promptly spared her husband and household. When she returned home and shared this news with Nabal, he had a heart attack and fell into a coma. Ten days later, he was dead.

Upon hearing of Nabal’s death, David exalted the Lord for returning Nabal’s wickedness onto himself, and for avenging His servant and keeping him from sin. Then, the Bible says:

“And David sent and proposed to Abigail, to take her as his wife.”

NABAL
The story of our second marriage began just after I was born-again. Caroline signed me up for David Wilkerson’s newsletter, and in the first mailing I received two printed messages. One message really struck a chord: it was called, “Roving Eyes.” It spoke to the importance of guarding our eyes, hearts and minds from the sin of lust. This was a radical, new concept for me. My exposure to sexual perversion and immorality began very young. I was only a child when I took several pornographic magazines from one of my Dad’s brothers. My parents knew I had begun to look at porn, but never spoke to me about it. I grew up believing that lusting was normal behavior, so that message from Pastor Dave was a revelation to me and the beginning of my education in righteous living. I cleared out my apartment of anything that did not line up with my new life. I was determined to be a man of God.

Caroline did not know about this behavior before we were married. I believed it was over, and did not think of talk to her about it. However, when I fell for the first time, a few months after we were married, I quickly went to her and confessed my transgression. I was deeply remorseful—I did not want to be that man. My new wife did not hesitate to forgive me, and only needed to know that I had thrown the magazine away. For her, this was enough. That ended it. For her, not looking at pornography was just a decision one had to make. She had no idea the hold it had on me, but neither did I. The truth is that she had married a man like Nabal, who would one day be willing to risk everything he had for the sake of his own selfish desires. I had no idea how much I would be willing to lose for sin’s sake, but we were both about to find out.

Over the next nine years of our marriage and my walk with God, I pursued the Lord, served in ministry, and fought the temptation to sin. I also lost that fight more times than I can count. I sought help at every church we attended, but ministers either did not know how to help, or were too deep in a struggle of their own. In the ’90s, I didn’t know of any ministry geared to sexual addiction. I didn’t even know that what I was facing was an addiction. I make no excuses whatsoever for my choices, but there is a spiritual component to addiction that I did not understand at the time. I was in deep bondage. I needed to be delivered first.

About our eighth year of marriage, my company introduced the internet to our workplace. The nature of sin is that it is never satisfied, and the internet offered an endless supply for my growing appetite. By 1997, things were beginning to escalate. My computer became my alter to sexual idolatry. Everyday that I went to work, I would bow at that alter. This was the beginning of the darkest period in our life. I hated myself and felt a hopelessness that was beyond words. I began to believe that the only way out of this bondage was taking my own life. I was in complete despair of ever being free of sin.

ABIGAIL
The porn addict’s wife faces a battle all her own. Satan despises womanhood, and he uses porn to torment women with self-loathing, fear, and insecurity. He uses porn to drive a woman into despair for her husband, her marriage, her family, and even her own life. Though she is innocent before God of any offense, his secret sin becomes her secret, too. She becomes an unintentional co-conspirator in covering it up, because she feels disgraced by it. What if people find out? When people do inevitably find out, some might actually blame her. They cast a judgmental eye her way and wonder, “What could be wrong with her, that he needs other women?” In the ’90s, Caroline had no place within the church community to find support. The prevailing attitude was that an unfaithful man would always be unfaithful. It was the socially acceptable, unpardonable sin within a Christian marriage.

However, Caroline saw things differently. Her conviction was that forgiveness was a mandate from God. Someone asked her once, before we were married, if there was anything her husband could do that she would not forgive. Without possibly knowing the significance of what she was saying, or the foreshadowing in that question, she replied, “If he is truly repentant and God is willing to forgive his sin, who am I to not forgive him, too?” I don’t know how many times I tested her resolve, but I do know there were fewer times than fingers on one hand that Caroline did not forgive me before the “sun set.” More than Caroline loved me, she had a fear of God and a respect for the divine nature of marriage. She will tell you: she did not forgive me, because she loved me so much; she forgave me, because she loved God so much. Her desire to please Him was always greater than her desire to please herself, because she never trusted that she knew best.

Let be clear: nothing about this was easy for my wife. I have put her through more than her share of heartache and suffering, but the same faith that motivated her to pray for my salvation before we were married motivated her to pray for my deliverance. She knew my heart was for the Lord, even when my will was not. I don’t know why she didn’t give up on me, but she will tell you the Lord sustained her. Her mother was a faithful prayer support to us, and a constant encouragement. There were also some friends who stood with her in prayer, without judgment. When the internet came into our home, she sent prayer requests to every hotline she could find. In 2001, when we finally discovered two ministries aimed at sexual sin and addiction, she submerged herself in every book and article she could find. This is when the Holy Spirit told her, “Be like Eve,” teaching her about the spiritual influence and authority He has given wives. She gradually began to feel less like a victim of my sin, and more like a woman called of God to love her husband through the worst battle of his life. She became empowered as a woman of God, partnering with the Holy Spirit as an agent of God’s love, acceptance, and forgiveness.

It was also during this time that the Holy Spirit opened her understanding about a prophecy she had received during our first year of marriage. When I was at my very worst, and when Caroline would have been fully justified to leave, the Holy Spirit revealed to her a future that no one else would have believed. He assured her that her hope was not in vain.

DAVID
Let’s get back to Arizona. It is November 8, 2014. I had been reading Genesis 20:6, where the Lord tells King Abimelech that when he took Sarai into his palace to make her his wife—thinking she was only Abraham’s sister—it was God who kept him from sinning. God kept him from sinning. This really got my attention, so I began to follow the various cross-references that had to do with God keeping people from sinning. This search led me to 1 Samuel 25. The reference pointed to Abigail, Nabal’s wife, interceding on behalf of her husband, whom she calls a “man of Belial,” and “a fool.”

As I read these words, the Holy Spirit flooded my heart and mind with truth that pierced me to the core. He told me that I had been Nabal. He told me that the ONLY reason I had not been destroyed for my years of rebellion and sin was because of Caroline’s intercession. He told me that if she had not pleaded with God on my behalf, I would not have survived. He then said that just as Nabal had died by His hand, so had He killed my former self. My old man was truly and fully dead, and I was liberated to walk in new life.

As I sat on the back porch of my mother’s house, sobbing before God, many things were flying through my mind. I began connecting dots that led me to greater understanding. I looked at 1 Samuel 25 as representing the first twenty-five years of our marriage, and it was there that Nabal died. I believed the Holy Spirit was telling me that the twenty-sixth year was to be a new beginning, and that new beginning was to start with a wedding. The Holy Spirit was very clear: I was to ask Caroline to marry me, again. She needed to know that she was also liberated from Nabal, by marrying the righteous man God had promised her.

THE PROMISE IN THE PROPHECY
I mentioned above that there had been a prophecy. Well, there were actually two prophecies. In our first year of marriage, we attended our regular church on Sunday and Wednesday, and on Monday night we visited a new, Charismatic church. During one of the first services there, we were called forward for prayer and each received a word from the Lord. To Caroline, the Lord said He saw her like…Abigail. To me, He said, “a bruised reed I will not break, a smoking flax I will not quench.” He told me He was “the refiner’s fire, and the fuller’s soap,” and that I was to bind the Word like a frontlet between my eyes. I got the Lord’s message loud and clear: He had a lot of work to do in me!

However, Caroline didn’t know what to think about being described as Abigail. It never occurred to her that the prophecy had anything to do with her new husband—she had no idea what awaited her in our future together. She studied the passages in the Bible where Abigail is mentioned, and even asked one or two people what they thought. Was God just giving her a pat on the head?

Caroline felt in her spirit that there was more to this prophecy, and took the counsel of others to continue praying for revelation—which she did for 12 years. Finally, in 2001, during the darkest days of our life, she received the revelation she had prayed for so long. In a moment when she most needed a word of encouragement from the Lord, and a reason for her hope, the Holy Spirit opened her eyes to the promise in that prophecy. She suddenly understood that God knew her suffering, He saw what she was enduring; she understood that her husband was like Nabal, a son of Belial; and she understood that God had not forsaken her to be the wife of a fool for the rest of her life. The Lord spoke to her heart that one day her Nabal was going to die, and in his place she would have a man after God’s own heart. This was a powerful revelation, especially because it was a word the Lord had given her long before she could possibly know she would need it. That served as an evidence to her of His sovereignty over the present troubles in her, and that strengthened and increased her faith.

But, there was more! There was much more to that prophecy than Caroline knew, and it would be 13 more years. She did not know there was more for her in that prophecy. She was not seeking Him for greater revelation. In fact, she had been ministering this word to women for many years, urging them hold fast in faith and continue to do what was right before God, despite their husband’s choices. Then, one Sunday in the Spring of 2014, we were visiting the very church where God had begun His great work in our lives, Exeter Assembly of God. Pastor Ernie Karjala began to preach, and Caroline could hardly believe her ears. It was a subject she had never heard preached on before—even though she had heard thousands upon thousands of sermons in her lifetime. Yes, to her amazement, Pastor Ernie began delivering a message on Abigail—not a message about David’s mercy or Nabal’s insubordination, but Abigail! She was the heroine of this sermon, and as he spoke he opened up the prophecy even more. He brought a deeper meaning to the story, addressing not just Abigail’s role with her old fool, but also her role in David’s life. It was an affirmation of Caroline’s choices in her dealings with me, and a timely confirmation of her ministry to women. I will not repeat Pastor Ernie’s message, but I will tell you that Caroline definitely got a pat on the head from God that day!

THE PROPOSAL
Never had Caroline ever wanted to renew our vows. I had actually suggested it for our 10th, and brought it up again for our 25th, but to her our vows still held. Our vows were something we lived everyday. They didn’t need to be repeated or renewed—forgiveness righted any violations. A wedding was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and there was nothing about our first wedding she wanted to change. So, I didn’t really know what to expect when I proposed to her. I started by walking her through all that had happened on that porch, explaining what the Holy Spirit had ministered to me and spoken to my heart. I finally told her that He had told me I was to propose to her and marry her again, if she would take me. I got down on one knee, as we were both crying, and asked her to marry me. She said, “Yes!”

Of course, we didn’t have much opportunity to discuss a wedding then, and as time passed Caroline began to think maybe it was better for that proposal to be strictly symbolic. It had been about a month since I proposed, and she had pretty much talked herself out of it between weighing the cost, mourning my Mother’s death, wondering what people would think, the busy-ness of this time of year, and you name it! So, when I reminded her we had a wedding to plan, I almost had to propose, again! It actually took some effort to convince her I was indeed serious, that there was to be another actual wedding, and that this was indeed God’s will that we take new vows. In the end, knowing it was God’s will was all she really needed to know. She broke the news to our daughter right away, before she got cold feet, and Hannah’s response truly sealed it in her heart. God was in this. Wedding planning commenced immediately!

CELEBRATE WITH US
We hope many of you will join on February 28th. There is much reason to celebrate, and we would be blessed to celebrate with you. We would greatly appreciate your RSVP (with total number of people attending), as this will assist us in planning. We want to have enough food and favors and programs, etc.

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Three resources we recommend for those in the battle:
Pure Life Ministries
Mastering Life Ministries
Covenant Eyes
Please, feel free to reach out to us, too. You don’t have to go through this alone.

God bless you all!

Gregans, Again!

I will be posting about the wedding under the tab above called, “Gregans, Again!” Check it out, and be sure to RSVP! I cannot exactly tell you what to expect, but I know there will be great music, amazing cake, and a wedding ceremony. I hope you’re there, too!

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For the Love of Things

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A friend once told me, “Your stuff is how your kids know they’re in the right house.” I thought that was a pretty great perspective. Stuff has a purpose, and should have a place. It means something. It tells a story.

One of my responsibilities during this season has been the sorting and organizing of stuff, those things my Mother-in-Law treasured and that I believe she would not want lost or forgotten. She did not have the opportunity to do this job herself, and though we did not share a very intimate relationship, I know her. I remember how much she loved certain things, and I can read those secret signs she left behind her.

The care with which she did everything is undeniable—I always admired her attention to detail. Oh, I was plenty intimidated by her perfection, but most of all she inspired me. Walking through her home, without her here to welcome us, was discomforting. Yet, her aesthetic is everywhere. She is expressing herself through everything that fills this house. Not a single knickknack would have just been put on a shelf. Everything was placed where she thought it would create an impression. Her choices are so telling. This note the Saxophone Player wrote so long ago (pictured above), is neatly framed and prominently featured where every guest will see it. When I see it, I think of the joy her saxophone playing son still brings her. I am glad she will get to see him again tomorrow. I am even gladder I get to see him in just two short hours.

It pains my heart to know her hands will never touch these things again, but I hope I am paying tribute to her in how I am trying to care for them. Sifting through boxes of odds and ends, I find a memento from a college dance. In a box in the garage, marked “Donate,” I find a baby picture of my Father-in-Law. In her closet, his high school diploma peaks out from behind a shoe box. Evidence of the disease that torments her, and a reminder I am doing the right thing. Love is patient. It takes time to sort through every scrap of paper, finding the postcard to her granddaughter that never got sent – a love note that might have been lost.

As challenging as it has been to be here, leaving may end up being the most difficult thing of all. I am so grateful to have gotten to be a part of caring for my Mother-in-Law, and helping preserve her treasures. I hope I have honored her and helped extend her touch. I look forward to going to Hannah’s home one day and finding something that tells of this remarkable woman.

Tiny, but Mighty

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My favorite ice cream is Baskin Robbins Chocolate Peanut Butter. It is hard to find here, but this is a good substitute. I treated myself today, because I had to see my surgical gynecologist. Y’all know what that means; I thought a reward was in order.

The Saxophone Player’s Mom

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The first time we met, I did not make a very good impression on the Saxophone Player’s Mom.

Doug had invited me over to watch a movie, and she hardly said more than two words to me directly. I was in awe of her, though. She kept a spotless house, which was decorated with her own artwork. She moved with elegance and grace, and I knew I was in the presence of a superior being, She was intellectual, well-read, and a world-traveler. I was so thoroughly intimidated, that at the end of the evening when she implied I would be sleeping over, I was horrified. She thinks I’m a loose woman! I had made the worst possible impression.

Thinking about that evening now, I can’t help wonder if The Saxophone Player’s Mom was not actually perceiving something Doug and I were still quite oblivious to: was she discerning the Saxophone Player’s true feelings for this awkward and painfully self-conscious young woman who didn’t know what a music CD was and drove a 1972 Toyota Corona with a rusted-out undercarriage and a trunk that she kept closed with a bungee cord? Perhaps, she was all ready mourning the inevitable division of her son’s affections.

The Saxophone Player is with his Mother now, serving by her bedside as she transitions into a new stage of life. I am praying the Lord make a way for me to spend time with her, before she is too lost in herself. My Mother-in-Law and I never became best friends, but that wasn’t because she was unkind to me. I was always just too focused on being good enough, instead of realizing I had all ready been accepted.

Please, Don’t Tolerate Me

When the Saxophone Player went to ask my Mother for my hand in marriage, she famously said to him, “Are you sure you want to marry her? She is a very difficult person.”

He was willing to take his chances, and forever I have a story that reminds me of something quite important: I may be a very difficult person, but some people think I am worth the trouble.

I do work hard at not being a difficult person, and I have changed over the years, but I am afraid the work of perfecting Caroline will not end until she meets Jesus face-to-face.

So, I have learned to depend on love. I depend on people loving me, lumps and all. Taking me as I am, praying for me to be a more Christ-like person, but loving me until I am. I don’t know where I’d be without that love.  Alone in a closet, I guess.

And, you know, I’d rather be alone in a closet, than with people who are only tolerating me. Please, don’t tolerate me! If you don’t love me, my offenses will always be unforgivable to you, and for me that would be unbearable. Love me, or leave me.

There is a verse I learned when I was six-years-old in Missionettes, but I did not fully understand it until years later:

“Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2

In other words, we’re all difficult! At least sometimes, in some ways, we all have things about us that others do not delight in, but that they are bearing with us, because they love the Lord. The following verse, Galatians 6:3 , tells us that if we think we are too good to put up with each other’s shortcomings, we are badly deceived.

The Bible has so much to say to us about how we treat one other. If only we paid more attention.

“And above all things have fervent love for one another,  for love will cover a multitude of sins.” (1 Peter 4:8)

Love covers a multitude of sins, and I am grateful for those who love me enough, and love the Lord enough, to bear with difficult me. It’s that simple, you know?

Casserole o’ His Dreams

 

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That young bride looks so comfortable in her kitchen. Hard to believe she was virtually clueless!

Well, I could boil pasta and open a jar of Newman’s Own (serve the hot pasta, and pour the sauce straight from the jar). I could kinda boil an egg, and made a decent potato salad, pasta salad, and tuna salad. Oh, and I could also make Eggs & Tortillas. That became a staple, along with Kraft Macaroni & Cheese with a can of tuna and frozen peas. I made a tuna and canned green bean salad, too, but Doug wasn’t very impressed with that one.

Thinking about it now, it seems hard to believe I had so few cooking skills, and so little interest, but at some point in my childhood someone told me, “You’re a baker, not a cook,” and I believed them. It didn’t help that I grew-up at a time when women were being pushed out of the house and into the work place. Learning to cook was so 1950’s!

Doug liked cooking, but he didn’t know any more than I did. He had a Rice-a-Roni version of Mexican Rice, and at one point he learned to make Linguine with Clam Sauce. (That was an instant hit.) His most ambitious recipe was learning to make his mother’s Chicken & Noodles for our first Easter. With handmade noodles! It was good enough to become a tradition, but Easter still only came once a year.

Maybe, it was my shelf full of  cookbooks, or the lovely, wedding shower gifts that filled our kitchen. Maybe, it was discovering our income could not support eating out five times a week, or maybe it was Doug speaking longingly and lovingly about favorite dishes his Mom used to make. I’m not sure when or why, but at some point I decided I just had to learn how to cook.

So, I began to cook. The first thing I made was meatloaf, because that was something familiar my Mother had made, but what Doug really wanted was Tuna Casserole. (Can you hear the angels sing?) The way he spoke of Tuna Casserole, you’d think it was Heaven sent! I had never eaten it, and the only recipe I knew of back then had a mushroom soup base, but it was still a far more advanced recipe than anything I had ever made. Even a sauce from a can of soup required more skills than I had ever used in the kitchen. However, from the way Doug talked about his Mom’s Tuna Casserole, I knew I had to take the plunge and try. And, it wasn’t half bad. That Tuna Casserole was the start of my learning to cook.

The other day, on our way to our prayer meeting, Doug said to me: “You know what I’ve been wanting?” I didn’t have to ask. I knew. Twenty-five years later, I can hear it in his voice. Longingly and lovingly he asks, and I very gladly oblige. Who knew a man’s stomach was so close to his wife’s heart?

By the way, I make my sauce from scratch now.