Previously on Greg & Vicky’s Life:
The beautiful bride and gregarious groom are being forced to navigate nuptuals without parental provision!
Oh, my! Greg has been finally throwing in the towel about his frantic fiasco with his family! How will he move on from this pernicious pickle?
Things are really starting to “heat up” with their plans to go to the Caribbean.
Nana nana nana nana (etc.)
There are very few things in life that cause more people to go weird than stating that you’re not getting a lot of help for your wedding, outside of maybe implying that you’ve found a great mortuary to get married in and that they’ll let you use on-site flowers.
Nearly two weeks ago I brought y’all up to speed on our as-of-then current state. From then, quite a few events have transpired their way into our lives.
Firstly, we were confronted with a difficult reality. Vicky has had a living situation challenge for some time now, and she hasn’t been able to afford rent for a while.
After assessing all of the options given our financial situation, timing of the wedding, lack of nearly any connections that we could muster to serve the present needs and a whole lot of prayer, we decided that the best thing to do would be to live together.
Now, if you’re the religious type that doesn’t find this to be a right way of living, we think so too. That’s why we decided to make it tentatively legally official.
Monday on April 18th we went to the county clerk’s office and planned to schedule a wedding ceremony. Since the state of California requires an officiant to sign for the ceremony up to 90 days in advance for it to be official (and since some marriages last less time than their engagements I can’t really blame them) we moved the wedding ceremony date to July 15th.
Upon receiving counsel with two of our most amazing friends Tricia and Brad, we saw that we weren’t technically married. Therefore, we went back on the 19th and got a proper courthouse wedding, soullessly devoid of God or witnesses or anything else that makes women fawn and men wince.
Because we’re weird, we don’t want to consummate the wedding until the actual wedding date, so we’re basically married officially without the official state of marriage in order to avoid any moral hazard or suffer any reputation to our spiritual testimony. However, I doubt anyone is really going to check.
In light of this, we also moved the reception (that you’re invited to if you want) to July 30th.
This creates a more urgent date that allows us to make plans quicker, get married quicker, and be done with this small circus faster. It also speeds us along to looking at our Caribbean plans, which have become a bit more clear.
We are going to move to Puerto Rico, probably within a year and a half, unless God opens or closes doors to shift that timing. We will purchase property over there that will be the site of an orphanage. Between sex trafficking, lack of sufficient medical care and a general lack of civic service coverage, we are going to operate to serve the needs of those whose needs are most overlooked in the entire Caribbean Islands.
Sadly, finding data regarding orphans in the Caribbean is sparse, partly because the definition is a bit hard to pin down and partly because nobody seems to care about that part of the world:
- An orphan is technically anyone who has lost at least one parent, without any clarification of whether other family are taking care of them
- Double-parent orphans are in a severe state of need, but many of those are probably not demographically measured due to being put away from tracking by sex traffickers
- Many children are raising children, which lends further questioning into this discussion
We have many ideas, but it’s very clear now that if we can help we really should be helping, and we have no excuse. Once we get there, we’re bound to discover a part of the world that has neglected humanitarian needs due to being very scenic and miserably humid.
The past few days have had me pondering my furniture and electronics toys. The reality is that I can’t comfortably sit around owning stuff when there are people who are suffering from a lack of having basic necessities like food, clean drinking water and the means to a sufficient education to have a marketable skill. Vicky echoes this sentiment.
In all of this, we have both been growing convicted of a cold reality in the book of James, Chapter 1:
Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.
If we want to say we’re Christian, that’s fine, but to be a Christian takes a whole new level of sacrifice.
About a month ago, we saw Machine Gun Preacher, a Gerard Butler film that was surprisingly close to the source material given the combination of a Christian message and not-really-so-Christian-pretty-much-at-all Hollywood direction. It was unsettling to say the least, and reading the book pseudo-together has only heightened the inspiration to go.
Both of us have never been given many opportunities to have great role models of parenting, but we were both blessed with parents that physically existed and loved us to the extent that their selfishness permitted them to.
Our desire is to be models, inspiration and a connection for as many kids as we can that were given far less than we have had. Right now it is uncertain how we’ll fulfill that purpose, but I’m fairly certain that God will give us the opportunities to serve when we’ve been prepared spiritually for it.
As far as our parents are concerned in this whole endeavor, they clearly don’t want to be a part of our lives. For Vicky, she’s not allowed to think things that her parents don’t think, and for me I’m not able to express or communicate with them on a level beyond surface-level.
It doesn’t matter, though. Jesus makes it very clear in Matthew 19:
And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or farms for My name’s sake, will receive many times as much, and will inherit eternal life.
We are going to sell our stuff soon and make our way over there, depending on several contingent factors:
- Whether my work can be taken with me
- How fast we can sell our stuff
- How soon we can save up the money to go or get financial backing
So this is where it has to leave off for now.
Until next time, stay crunchy!