Recap of Part II–Pious televangelist mogul Jimmy Swaggart sets his sites on rivals Jim and Tammy Bakker’s PTL Network empire and their ally Reverend Marvin Gorman. A past infidelity with a fellow minister’s wife threatens Gorman’s influential and rapidly growing ministry.
“You hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look fine on the outside but are full of bones and decaying corpses on the inside.”–Jesus Christ; Matthew 23:27
David Savage was eerily calm. If Marvin Gorman was afraid that the spurned husband would swing on him, his fear was relieved when Savage spoke.
“Brother Gorman, she told me that she confessed everything to another minister and right now he is waiting on a phone call from you. I’m so sorry she felt it necessary to bring someone else into this. If she had told only me, I know the three of us could have worked this thing out.”
Gorman dutifully dialed the number Savage recited even as a tidal wave of panic threatened to take out his legs. The “other minister” was Michael Indest, a fellow New Orleans pastor with close ties to Jimmy Swaggart. Swaggart’s long time attorney William Treeby, attended The First Assembly of God congregation in New Orleans where Indest preached.
Indest answered the phone. “Marvin, I’ve been expecting your call. We need to talk.” Gorman reluctantly agreed. They set a meeting.
According to Gorman, Indest was inappropriately incensed during the meeting, even more so than Savage, who also attended. Indest demanded that they inform Jimmy Swaggart about the situation. Gorman, understandably, didn’t want to. He knew that Swaggart had been snooping around his friends, Jim and Tammy Bakker, looking for dirt on them and their extremely lucrative PTL Network.
Besides all that, it was none of Swaggart’s business.
“I would rather call the District Superintendent,” Gorman said. But Indest wouldn’t hear of it. “I don’t trust the Superintendent,” he said, knowing that Gorman was a member of the presbytery the superintendent presided over. Then he threatened to call Virginia, the preacher’s wife of thirty years, and members of his congregation’s board of ministry.
Gorman didn’t want his wife to hear the sordid details from Michael Indest. Plus, he held out hope–fleeting though it was–that maybe he could talk his way out of the whole sordid mess and still salvage his twenty million dollar bank loan that would secure his own television ministry. He was scheduled to sign the paperwork the very next day.
He decided to roll the dice on Swaggart.
What Gorman didn’t know was that Swaggart had been holding information about the Savage affair close to the vest for quite some time. In fact as soon as Lynda Savage confessed, Indest called William Treeby with the news. At the time, Swaggart was in Costa Rica on a mission trip. Treeby happily relayed the information to him. It was just what Swaggart had been waiting for. And this wasn’t the first time Swaggart had information about a sexual indiscretion of Marvin Gorman.
Lynette Goux was a close friend of Jimmy Swaggarts wife, Frances. Suffering from marital difficulties, Lynette had sought the counseling of Marvin Gorman. Despite the counseling Goux’s marriage failed. She moved in with the Swaggart’s during the divorce proceedings. During her stay, she confessed details of a sexual encounter with Marvin Gorman to the couple.
Jimmy Swaggart confronted Gorman with the accusation and he admitted to fondling Lynette Goux. He said the unhappy woman had thrown herself at him, going so far as removing her blouse and brassier. According to Gorman he was momentarily overcome with desire but stopped himself before things progressed any further. Swaggart and Gorman prayed about it and presumably put the matter to bed.
But Swaggart did not forgive and he certainly didn’t forget, even though he felt something of a kindred spirit, yes, even though he recognized a familiar vulnerability–one that had been rumored for quite some time. Swaggart knew of several women who had told friends, who in turn had told other friends and so forth and so on about disturbing encounters with Reverend Gorman during counseling sessions that resulted in groping and kissing.
Of course it was just hearsay and accusations alone wouldn’t sway the board of presbyters that Gorman was a member of and neither would the indiscretion with Lynette Goux. She was too close to him and Francis.
They wanted proof. And now he had it. Now he, Jimmy Swaggart–the fire and brimstone breathing evangelist from the bayou–had him, Marvin Gorman–the touchy-feely upstart with Italian loafers–exactly where he wanted him, between a rock and a very hard, lonely place.
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The Travel Inn had seen better days. Back in the 60s when Airline Highway was the premier route linking the capital of Baton Rouge to New Orleans and the main corridor to the airport, the motel was upscale, catering primarily to the burgeoning executive. Its billboard boasted of: Swimming Pool, Air Conditioned Rooms, Tile Baths, TV, Carpeted Floors and Room Service.
The construction of Interstate 10 changed all that. By the time Debra Murphree set up shop there the pool was just a white washed sinkhole with a tad bit of black water so noxious mosquitoes avoided it. Still it was better than a lot of the motels on Airline Highway that had rooms so small you could barely fit a double bed in them.
In fact, by brothel standards, Murphree’s room wasn’t small at all. In addition to the bed, there was plenty of room for: Nightstand with Lamp, Chair, Side Table, TV and Chest of Drawers. On the nightstand and chest of drawers Murphree displayed pictures of her children, two boys and a girl. They lived with her mother in Indiana.
She had worked hard to build up a clientele so she didn’t have to walk the streets. She hated pulling tricks in the often sweltering, stinky, claustrophobic confines of a car. Plus it was dangerous. You never knew whose car you were getting into. But that’s what you had to do to get where you could work indoors. And that’s how she met him.
Despite what some would later say and write, Debra Murphree took pride in her appearance that, all things considered, was unremarkable except for two small homemade tattoos on either arm and a rather sexy little gap between her two front teeth. Yes, she had a taste for cocaine and a boyfriend who dealt it, but not to the extent that she didn’t bathe or comb her hair. She dressed relatively nice, deliberately low key, with just a trace of casual Friday. She was wearing slacks and sweater when he pulled over in his long tan Lincoln Continental.
“You looking for a date?” she asked. “Are you a cop?” he retorted. She raised up her sweater to prove she wasn’t.
He certainly wasn’t one. His jogging pants were cut at the inseam and he was playing with himself.
That’s how it started. For a whole year she saw him two or three times a month. He called himself “Billy” but she knew he was Jimmy Swaggart. At the London Lodge diner, where she took her meals, she initially bragged that the famous preacher was a client. Nobody was surprised. Or impressed. “He’s been cruising these streets a long time,” the cook said.
During that time he never admitted who he was. Nor did he betray the slightest empathy for her soul or circumstances. Some other johns did. Some talked to her about God, urging her to get out of town and to turn her life around. But not him. Not ever.
He was her cheapest trick. He never tipped.
At least he didn’t ask for much. He mostly just liked to watch. When he was done he pitched the money on the nightstand and dropped the tissue on the floor. He never stayed longer than twenty minutes and she was glad.
On the afternoon of October 17, 1987 their usually brief session was cut even shorter. Vice had been in the neighborhood and Murphree spotted an officer that she knew running across the Travel Inn parking lot. “Looks like we’re about to get busted,” she said.
Bam! He hit the door.
“You would have thought his pants was on fire,” she told private detective Reed Scott Bailey later. They both got a chuckle out of that. But it wasn’t so funny then. At least not at first.
On that day it was her turn to watch. And she did, through the peep hole of her door. He started up the Lincoln and started to back out. Lo and behold he had a flat.
Poor Jimmy. And he was in such a hurry. He hustled a spare and jack out of his trunk and started working on the lug nuts.
A blue four door barreled into the parking lot. A man got out and approached Swaggart as he struggled with the lug wrench. “Jimmy, what in the world are you doing here,” the man exclaimed. Swaggart rose and offered to shake the man’s hand. The man refused.
“Well, I’m changing a flat tire Marvin,” Swaggart replied.
The man shook his head. “No Jimmy. What are you doing here?” he asked gesturing toward her door. Swaggart didn’t answer. Instead he bent down and started messing with the flat again.
“I hope you know you’re in some serious trouble son,” she heard the man say.
There was some more stuff said between them that she couldn’t quite make out. Finally Swaggart got the spare on. “Can we go someplace else and talk?” she heard him ask.
“Fine by me. Let’s go,” the man said.
She watched as they got into separate cars and drove out of the parking lot. The man in the blue four door following Swaggart in his long tan Lincoln.
It was nice. As far as cars go.
I bet you felt you had to take a long hot shower after writing this entry. Thank you for taking the time to remind me of these so called “Christians” who are often worse any hardened criminal.
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You are welcome Michael. It’s important for people of faith to police our faith and hold those who exploit it and bastardize it accountable. That’s why I wrote this series. God Bless.
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Pam, I never paid much attention to either of these televangelists, so wasn’t familiar with the story. The timing is so appropriate, given the scandal in the news this week about Catholic priests. I’m just finishing up “The Last Gentleman” by Walker Percy, who takes a pretty good whack at sex and religion. I recommend it.
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Thanks DW. Good to hear from you. The Last Gentleman sounds good. I’ll check into it, though I’m going to take a break from these scoundrels for a bit. It’s depressing.
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Great post 🙂 One wonders If Jimmy Swaggart has become reclusive since then. Anyway, keep up the great work as always 🙂
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Thanks John. Nope, Swaggart’s still at it. One look at his website tells you he’s up to his old tricks.
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I was left wanting more! This reads like first-rate fiction, and I had to constantly remind myself that the characters are real people. Great work, Pam.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you Pete. That means a lot, coming from a great blogger whom I respect.
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I know this has nothing to do with your post, but what did you think of that video featuring cult filmmaker John Waters talking about Frank Tashlin’s The Girl Can’t Help It, that is If you got the time to watch it? 🙂 I ask this because I know you expressed interest in checking that film out. Anyway, keep up the great work as always and keep those comments coming 🙂
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I haven’t seen it yet, either the film or the video. Did you send me a link? Because if you did I din’t get it. I haven’t been getting all my replies and comments lately. There’s been a problem with my spam folder. I’ve been inundated with spam and some of my comments and so forth have gotten collected with the spam. Word press is supposed to be sorting it out. Anyway I like John Waters. I’m sure I can find it on the web.
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I will try to send you the link here 🙂
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Ok…Now I’ve really got to see it. I love when Waters is talking about conducting the Playboy interview with Little Richard and Little Richard forbids him to take the tapes and Waters looks at Little Richard’s bodyguard and says he was tougher than the bodyguard so he took the tapes. Ha! I love it!
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Same here and I am glad that you loved it 🙂
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Why is it exactly this kind of person who feels entitled to make a career out of judging others?
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I guess railing against others muffles the rattling of all those pesky skeletons in the closet.
Thanks for reading, Jay.
–Pam
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Obviously a timely topic considering the most recent scandal with the Catholic Church. Though I am a long time non-practicing Catholic, I still find it astounding that such things go on with men who allegedly represent God. I do feel sorry for the many decent Priests who must explain to their followers how this happens. One thing the Church should do is allow Priests to marry. It was allowed hundreds of years ago. Of course, as your excellent final chapter in the series shows religious sinners come in all shades. I don’t understand how Jimmy S. can still have a flock of followers.
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John, I hope you are listening to the news right now, if you’re not, turn it on…
Swaggart still preaches but his ministry is a shell of it’s former power. He still has a broadcating company and he hawks more swag than he used to.
I will not pontificate on Catholicism. I don’t know enough about it–but this is heartbreaking for people of faith and, of course, for the abused whose faith has been trampled. I’m glad it is being brought to light. It is almost unbelievable that there could be a ring of pedophile priest, some even involved in a child pornography ring. Stunning. Egregious. Horrifying.
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This proves that reality is sometimes stranger than fiction. They don’t take their roles seriously and what they are supposed to represent.
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Yeah, I know. I detest those that use the name of Christ for money, power, influence and all the other gross and base stuff. Thanks for reading.
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Great 3 parter Pam, very much enjoyed reading that.
I went off and did a little further reading and I just will have to watch some of the Youtube interviews soon.
Silly Jimmy getting himself caught up again in 1991! DOH!!
I assume he’s still playing about but is probably much wiser in his addiction.
Amazing he still has a career.
PS Thats a dope quote from JC at the start. If he ever pops back soon I’m sure there’s a place for him on the Rap scene. 🙂
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Ha! Now that’s something that I can’t quite picture, but he did hang out with some questionable folks and even made apostles out of a few–Not that I’m disparaging rappers…
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Pam, I just read this magnificent post of yours and it brought me a lot of memories. I was a naive 16 year old young boy living with very shame-based parents when I came across Swaggart’s TV show. I had never seen anything like it, I bought his passion, apparent sincerity and honesty, and I “gave my heart to Jesus and got saved”. He became my hero (Swaggart). Imagine how I felt when he “disgraced” himself that way.
It took me 15 years to unlearn all the lies and realize that we need to accept ourselves how we are (including our sexual impulses).
Jimmy still tries to convince himself and others of the same faulty beliefs that enslaved him in the first place. Still asks for money, still has a show, a congregation and the same proud attitude of Bibliolatry as in his early years.
As Don King would say: “Only in America.” Thanks for choosing that topic that some of us need to read about and others recall so we don’t repeat it. Sorry for the rant. -Salvador
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Salvador, I’m sorry for your experience with Jimmy Swaggart. I am aware that he and his wife Francis are still up to their shenanigans. I think of them as con artists. Perhaps they have some honest motivations, that is not for me to say. They have only one judge and that is God.
I am a Christian. I make mistakes, I have lapses and am unworthy to wear the name of Christ, but I do so because of God’s grace. That’s why I wrote the post on Swaggart and Baker. I wanted to separate myself and so many good, kind Christians from their example. I hope your experiences haven’t completely distanced you from Jesus Christ.
Thank you for reading and the kind words. Feel free to stop by and rant anytime.
God’s Blessings,
Pam
Oh, I’m going to give you a few of links to some Christian writers that I think a lot of.
http://thesullivanspin.wordpress.com/
http://retrospectivelily.com/
https://becomingflame.com/
I would love for you to check them out. DW of BecomingFlame is a wonderful Christian man. He is so kind. He is so humble. He is the anti Jimmy Swaggart.
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I appreciate your concern and kindness, but I’ve taken a different road. I believe an Atheist can be as humane and caring as any believer.
Keep up with the interesting posts…and your recommendations.
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I understand. Don’t be a stranger.
–Pam
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Count on it.
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