Monday, May 26, 2014

Conscientious Objection verses Living by Faith


When I think of memorial day I can't help to remember my Grandpa Ed. One of the fondest memories I have of him was when I was assigned a "Interview" essay in my first college history class. I got to sit down a listen to so many amazing stories and through them I learned so much more about my Grandfather.


Every once of me had to restrain myself from serious editing lest my entire day be consumed. However I let my self off the hook so long as I included the disclaimer that I was only 16 when I wrote this and I think any grammar that I had was totally directed at the English class that I was also taking at the time. So please excuse this grammatically challenged portion of my old essay.

I sat at the foot of my grandfather's chair as though at the foot of a storyteller in the midst of spinning a tale. The lovable tactics and morning trips to McDonalds that I knew him for were forgotten and a new part of him was revealed as stories of his time in World War II were related to me down to the exact  detail. I forgot to take notes as I became wrapped up in the stories he told and I saw my grandfather in a slightly different light than ever before.

Ed Daulton, Husband to Bessie Daulton and father of twelve children, was one of the many draftees in World War II Though he agreed in the countries decision to go to war, as he believed “We had to stop Hitler before he took over the world”, he simply couldn’t fathom the idea of taking another mans life. “I wasn’t a killer.” He said so plainly to me. Having accepted Christianity at the age of 26, the same age he was drafted and sent to war, his faith was new and possibly weak but in the end you will learn that it was his Christianity and trust in God that got him through the war. When I asked him what he thought about Conscientious Objectors and the ideals her answered, having already stated that he had not formally been a Conscientious Objector. “I thought they were mislead, and weren’t taught right. And if its just killing somebody when you’re put in the army, you can avoid a lot of that. And I thought, if he’s a Christian, God will take care of him.” He also believed that many of those who went in for Conscientious Objector status did so out of fear to go and fight. In 1944 Ed was 26 and married with three children when his county called him to war. He trusted fully that God would keep him out of a position that would lead him to kill. His eldest daughter, who was only 5 at the time, remembers him leaving in his uniform while her mother and sibling went to live with their grand parents until their father’s return.


Ed hit a quick barrier in his health examination. Statistics show that “One-third of the men examined by the Selective Service were rejected. Surprising numbers were refused inductions because they were physically unfit for the military service.” Ed recalls “The doctors said I’d never go to war.” But every day he got stronger and healthier and later tells that the war was the best thing that happened to him as it got him back on his feet. “I’d run when fifty would fall out.”


Finally he shipping out with 7,000 other men on a ship called the Amsterdam (an English ship) headed for the shores of Scotland. In the midst of their journey while they were on the sea a storm rose up and they learned of a submarine that was lying in wait beneath the waves. He tells of the shocking escape from their plight. “ The Amsterdam did a 180 and took off and out run it. 7,000 souls aboard and torpedo would have put us all to the bottom.”


After landing in Scotland the got on a train and came down through England and unloaded in London where they got back on a boat. “I never seen nor heard no more till I got to France and there was bombing and everything else.”


Finally after he got into Germany he was placed according to his reference and as he was a welder and mechanics they placed him in the Light Maintenance and Ordinance as a Mechanic. All the while he never told another person his views on killing, that in itself proving his absolute faith and trust in his beliefs. “I had already decided that if they put a gun in my hand and expected me to kill another human, I would walk in front of enemy fire and let them take my life. You see, I completely believed that no one could take my life unless it was the will of God.”


During the War Ed served under General Patton and Colonel Malessy. He started behind the lines guarding Germans at a water tower and as he didn’t wish to kill he told of how he held his gun ready to “Pop them under the chin”. Soon the Lieutenant came back saying they had no papers on Ed and he had to go back up to the front, hitchhiking all the way. He recalled with a chuckle his image of “thumbing a ride” in his soldier attire.


“Its a wonder where you’re put in the war, there’s place you can be put, buddy its a dangerous place”. At one point Ed was suppose to go up “Where the bullets were flying”, What he called the “Very front” to check the equipment in the last move in Austria but his name never got on the list. A Sergeant Finnigan told him, “Daulton, You know why you never had to go right out on the tenth run? Cause I took your name off the list.” Finnigan viewed Ed as more valuable in the Mechanic corps but Ed believed that it was once again, the work of the God.


From Holland Ed moved on to Manila where he was called upon to do a very difficult task, this was building the showers for the soldiers. When ordered to this task he didn’t have any materials or a single tool for the job and his Lieutenant replied “Thats why I elected you. Chose any man you want and get the job down.” Ed looked out the window at a man who was under military arrest and as punishment was carrying huge bags of sand on his bare back. He pointed and said, “Give me that man right there. He’ll work harder to help me than any soldier in this camp.” The Lieutenant said, “ I can’t give you him, He’s under military arrest” But Ed persisted “ You said I could have any man I wanted. I want him.” Finally the Lieutenant gave in and Ed got his way. They collected tools here and there and made the showers out of empty gas tanks dropped from p38s, cans, pipes, and other odds and ends.


Surprisingly, Ed’s time in the military ended, while he was in the middle of his latest chore, building and ice plant. Back home his wife took action. In 1946 Bessie  Daulton got up one morning, dressed in her Sunday best, left the children with the grandparents, and started out on the ten mile walk into town to talk to the local judge. Her struggles had become too much to bear as she was trying to run a gas station and tobacco field to support four children, he father and invalid mother, and her aunt and uncle. It was her determined efforts that brought Ed home on a hardship discharge. Three weeks after she talked with the judge Ed made it home, actually leaving behind a letter from Bessie that hadn’t quite reached him in Manlia. He returned to America without having to take a single life while on the front lines during two years of war.

After hearing the testimony of Clarence Edward Daulton, the endless filling out of status papers, qualifications, compensation, and compromises of achieving a Conscientious Objector status seems pretty ironic. After all the main bases for Conscientious Objectors is the religious beliefs that forbid them from taking a life, and supposedly make war and the loss of life during a war a direct opposition to their beliefs. But in Eds Testimony it was religion, faith, and belief that took away his fear of taking another life or losing his own. His actions prove that he truly put his faith in his beliefs knowing that if it wasn’t God’s will for him to kill then he could make it through the war, on the front lines, without having to take another life. He accomplished this with silent faith, not faith that had to be announced and claimed to all so allowing the government to direct his actions. He entered the war trusting and believing in God. Was Ed Daulton a Conscientious Objector? I guess one would have to truly define what being a conscientious objector meant. Filling out a paper until the government deemed you qualified for conscientious objector status. Or promising to yourself and your God that you would conscientiously object to taking another life and trust in him to help you keep your promise, whether on the front lines of battle, or safe on the shores of your own country.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Mamma worth celebrating.



I am brought to tears today as I see all of the families celebrating their mothers. Spending the day telling them how much they are appreciated through words and deeds. I wish so much that I could spend this holiday with my Mamma. Some years seem to fly by and in the busyness of life these special days are barely acknowledged. But as I sit here and gaze upon my beautiful children I can't help but to be so thankful that my Mamma was able to be with me as they came into the world. I don't think it matters how old you are a mothers comfort in times of distress never ceases and having her there, adjusting my pressure cuff, fetching pillows, turning off the annoying medication alarms, and scowling at the nurse to make sure she started a good IV is something that I can not put a price on.

I hope that someday I can express to my children half of the love and selflessness that you have shown to me my entire life. Thank you. Thank you for letting be who I am and believe what I believe. For never squelching me and always supporting me. I hope your day is full of love and joy. Happy Mothers Day!  

Saturday, April 26, 2014

One crazy week in photos


Wishing Mommy and Ittai good luck with hugs and kisses before we head to the hospital. 





Welcome to the world my Little Man







After we asked Aria if she wanted to hold her new baby brother she very simply and very seriously stated "yes" and walked across the room to sit on the couch next to Daddy. 



 Aria was curious about Mommies new bracelets. 

She also wanted to know what happened to Mommies tummy



Such a good big sister bringing Ittai his toys




                                      


Like father like daughter.  

Daddy brought home three pounds of strawberries from Costco. Aria votes that daddy does the shopping from now on. 
Grammy getting some last snuggles in before flying home



       
 
There's nothing like freshly washed baby hair. Especially when its styled in a dashing bouffant! 

 Aria singing lullabies to Ittai. She ever does the English accent on "Your Mother and mine"


Watching cartoons together.


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The many looks of Ittai 





Thursday, January 2, 2014

2013


As I sit back and watch the snow sift down on the winter wonderland in my back yard I am overwhelmed by a feeling of thanksgiving. Initially I was thankful that my husband wasn't out in this weather. Instead he had retired for his "evening" just a few hours earlier before I woke up to Aria chatting in her crib. As my thoughts grew pensive I started to think back across this last year, as one often does around this holiday, and there was one thought that kept coming back to my mind. Faithfulness.

If there is one thing that God has reiterated to me over this last year it is that He is ever faithful. He has been faithful in giving me a husband that I have complete trust in. Over the years Roger has proven time and time again that he will work as many hours as it takes, and lose as much sleep as he must, to provide for his family. God has rewarded his faithfulness with wisdom that has proven its self so many times that I no longer doubt him when he speaks of a monumental business ventures that I have a hard time just wrapping my head around.
Rogers endless pursuit for truth has inspired me to a deep, stronger spiritual life and I have confidence that our family's beliefs will never be stagnant under his leadership.

This year has certainly had its ups and downs and once again God proved to me that he was always there being faithful to his word. When my old employers asked me to come nanny for a few months right before we moved I had no idea it was God putting things in place for down the road. At the time I accepted, thinking a little extra cash would be nice and I might as well take advantage of the opportunity as Aria was in a very manageable time of life. As it turns out that little extra cash paid the bills while Rogers business went through a less prosperous transition. This just proved to me that God would be faithful to my scriptural desire to be a home maker by providing me with work when it was needed, in a safe healthy environment, where I could take my daughter and not lose those precious moments with her.

And finally the unseen battles. The life of a Christian is not easy. Even when things look good and prosperous on the outside there is constantly a battle raging within ones mind and spirit. This year I feel as though I have been through so many seasons in my spiritual life that I could barely acclimatize. Months of numbness would be followed by a flood of spiritual fervor and revelation all seemingly for no reason what so ever. The one thing I can say through all of it was that God never stopped speaking to me. Even when I walked away from a service feeling like Eeyore "... that was the truth...I'll give it a try... probably won't work..." I was still walking away with the Bread of Life. Regardless of how I responded there was never a "throw away" sermon preached. Every time I was on the mountain God was saying "I'm right here with you" and every time I was in the valley God was saying "I'm right here with you". Faithfulness.

With all of that said I think I have nailed down my new years revolution. I pray that in this new year, regardless of my feelings, I will show my self faithful and steadfast. To my God when the valley is upon me. To my husband and daughter when I find them slightly less lovable. And to all of the people I interact with everyday. Even when I don't understand or agree with their actions, convictions, or words. I pray that I'll be faithful to the standard of truth, love, and steadfastness that God has called me to.          
 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Hearts Cry

I am so frustrated. I live in a world that demands I support the evil actions of evil men with the money that God has provided for me. I KNOW that God will never leave me begging for bread. He has always provided and always will provide. However I have a righteousness indignation for the acts of enslavement and tyranny that are taking place against supposedly free people every single day. All of which I am forced to fund against my beliefs.

I am reminded of a story. A man is perusing a group of slaves, interested in purchasing, when he notices one slave with a demeanor unlike the rest. This slave, though toiling with his burden along with the others, appears to have a higher tilt to his head and a stronger lift of his shoulders. Though sweat covers his brow it is set firmly and determinedly and has no sign of the dejection and defeat that has etched its self on the faces of those around him. Though the whip traces its mark across his back he does not crumple beneath the pain but maintains his stature never stumbling under his burden. "That is the one I want." Says the man but he is quickly refused. " Then tell me." Asks the man. "What do you feed him? How do you care for him that he works as he does?" The owner looked on at the slave in question and answered. "We feed him the same and treat him the same. He is given the same amount of work as the others slaves. However back in his homeland he is the prince of his tribe. And no matter how we treat him and no matter the burden we give him he always remembers that he is the son of a king. And therefore he always carries himself as such."

Though I am pained at the wrong and evil things that surround me I absolutely cannot let them affect my demeanor. I am not a daughter of this world. If I was I would have every reason to be dejected under this terrible burden. No, not a daughter of this world, but rather a child of the King. I must always carry myself as such and remember that the indignation that torments me is simply my hearts cry for my true home.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Arias 1st birthday (Children's characters costume party!)

Good morning birthday girl!

Nothing buts smiles the day she turned one.

Flintstones! Meet the Flintstones!

Here's pebbles and Pipi Longstockings at Arias "Children's characters and cartoons" costume party.

One of Arias favorites from the evening. A handy me down from her Alla (a.k.a Aubriella).

This Dolly is gonna get a lot of love in her life