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Event:
6pm “Love After Porn: Pastor’s Son Rescues Porn Star”
Start:
October 28, 2012 6:00 pm
End:
October 28, 2012 7:00 pm
Category:
Organizer:
The Pink Cross Foundation
Updated:
October 23, 2012
Venue:
Online: http://on.fb.me/L7maKT


Garrett and Shelley Lubben were married on Valentines Day, 1995. The two most incompatible people found love and overcame pornography, drug addiction, sexual trauma, mental illness, loss of children and more.

Seventeen years later they are happily married today and extremely proud parents of three beautiful daughters. Their testimony is powerful: Garrett was a pastor’s son who felt a call from God to marry Shelley, a porn star and prostitute.

Though Shelley’s recovery took eight hard years, Garrett says, “Shelley was worth it!” Both very in love, they now reach out to couples offering real life skills to being and staying happily married. Shelley and Garrett have a passion to stop the growing divorce rate and help people to stay married no matter what. “God hates divorce and so do we!” Garrett and Shelley are currently attending school full time to pursue their Masters degrees in Christian Counseling in hopes to open up a counseling center to help marriages overcome pornography and other marital issues. “There is Love after porn and we’re proof of the Power of love!”

We received many requests for this event to be replayed. It was originally recorded live on April 21st.

Shelley is President and Founder of The Pink Cross Foundation which works to help people get out of the porn industry.

Below is an excerpt from Garrett and Shelley’s upcoming book, Invated By Love:

Under no circumstances was I going to marry him. Years and years of buried pain protected by the rock-solid wall around my black heart; I was impenetrable.

I shoved the thought of Gary out of my mind and ran back to the lies and mental illness, the familiar dark world where I felt safe: a world without love and light. I turned off my phone and ripped the curtains closed. I would have nothing to do with him.

I went upstairs to take a shower to wash away whatever Gary had deposited into me. The stream of hot water on my face, tears poured out of my eyes. I missed him.

The low voice hissed at me, “We don’t need him. Get him out of your mind. Remember your bottle of Jack Daniels behind the toilet?”

I grabbed the bottle and guzzled it down. The warm feeling washed over my body and I dried off and collapsed into bed. Shoving my face into the pillow, I cried myself to sleep.

“Mommy, are you okay?” a small voice woke me.

“Hey honey, Mommy just took a little nap. What do you want?” I said as I rubbed my eyes.

“There’s a man at the door with a box.”

“What??” I was irritated. It was probably one of my sugar daddies breaking the rules again. They knew better than to come over here without calling.

Idiots.

Half-drunk and angry, I headed downstairs and ripped open the door and shouted, “What are you doing here!”

The voice behind the box replied, “I brought you a box of rags. I came over to clean your house.”

My mouth dropped open.

Gary walked right into my world and over to the table where he set down a box of neatly folded white towels. He looked up and smiled at me with a rag in his hand while I stood there and stared.

“Shelley, I feel bad for you. Your house is really messy. You need someone to take care of you.”

Then he vanished around the corner and suddenly I heard water running.

I felt a terrible blow to my chest. Pain radiated up my spine through my neck to my face and jaws. I sat down on the couch and grabbed a cigarette out of the ashtray. Frantically trying to light it, I gasped the airy smoke into my lungs.

I can’t do this, I thought as gray smoke blew out of me. Rocking back and forth on my couch with arms folded around me, a terrible feeling washed over me. I need air, I thought.

I walked outside on the porch looking around for anything that made sense. There was no comfort. There was no way out of this horrible pain. I couldn’t breathe.

“Shelley, are you okay?” A figure out of the smoke came towards me.

It was Gary. I stepped back. I was desperately afraid of him.

“Stay there. I don’t feel comfortable.”

“Shelley, it’s just me, it’s Gary. I don’t want to hurt you. Please…”

“No, back off.” I scowled and threw my cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

I ran upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door and hid beneath the bed sheets.

Shaking and frightened by the intense pain, I cried out to God, “God, take it away. Please God, take it away.” The voices started yelling at me:

Stupid whore. No one will ever love you. He will use you and hurt you just like everyone else did. Get away from him!   

Another Voice interrupted, “Shelley, be still and know Me. Gary has been sent by Me to help you. It’s time.”

“Time? For what?” I asked the Voice. I waited for an answer but it was silent. Even the other voices were gone now.

I sat up and stared in the mirror at the ugly woman looking back at me. Blonde hair extensions sticking out of my dark roots with dark circles under my eyes, I was a horrible wreck. How could Gary even want to be near such a mess?

He would leave me, I just knew it. I had to protect myself. I put on my false front face and acted like I didn’t care. I went downstairs to end the whole thing.

“Gary, I…”

He turned around with the most angelic smile and a perfect shiny kitchen behind him.

“Yes?”

I was speechless. My heart melted and the evil within me recoiled. He walked toward me, touched my face and kissed me softly. A spongy warm sluggish kiss, I wanted to eat his lips. I hadn’t been softly kissed by a man in years.

Our beautiful kiss ended and I buried my head in his chest and wept bitterly. Huge tears of shattered years gushed out of my eyes and the forceful pain of Rejection, Rage and Hatred rose up from deep within. I violently pushed him away and pulled out my hair.

“I hate you!!! I hate them!!!” I grabbed the phone and threw it. I threw the trash can. I punched the couch. I spit. I hit. I kicked. I hated them!

“I hate them! I hate men! I hate all of you! Go to hell f—kin’ losers!” I threw my seashell across the room. Gary was shocked but held his ground.

“Stay the f—k away from me! F—k you!” I screamed violently at him. The evil inside of me was so fuming mad and all hell broke loose inside of me.

“F—k you, loser. You liar. I hate you. Get away from me!”

I grabbed a knife in the kitchen and fiercely aimed it at him. Pointing at him full of rage, I told him to get the hell out and stay out forever.

      “Get the hell away from me, NOW!” Wild strands of bleached hair in my face, I panted like a ferocious animal.

“Shelley, I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m not giving up on you.”

The knife slipped out of my hand.

My body fell to the floor and I wept.

His overwhelming love crucified me. It shredded the very core of every deception I held dear and did the unthinkable: it gave me hope. For the first time in over seventeen years I felt hope in my heart.

A massive wreck on the floor, Gary held me close in his arms and wholeheartedly prayed.

“Lord, I ask you to heal Shelley; to heal every wound from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. I know you can do it, Jesus. In your name I pray, amen.”

It was the prayer that changed my life forever.

The one that God heard and hell listened to.

And the war for my life began.

 

SHELLEY LUBBEN ALSO DIRECTS THE PINK CROSS FOUNDATION TO HELP PORN PERFORMERS GET OUT OF THE INDUSTRY. LEARN MORE HERE:

www.ThePinkCross.org