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The Remains of the Day

I’ve been so pensive today.  I don’t know if I can explain why in a way that makes any sense…

It’s not unusual for me to have tons of thoughts rolling around in my head like marbles that want to play, but this time it’s a little different - It’s not random.  It’s important….urgent even for me to wrap my mind around all that I’m thinking…..

As you know, if you read this blog, I’ve been researching my family’s ancestry - on my mother’s side - for a report Nate was working on.  Of course, it began as a 5th grade project, and turned into another one of my obsessions…another thing you should know about me if you read….

So, anyway…after church, and after Byron spoke about “How a Christ-follower should vote”, I ate lunch at my parents and began talking about my “research”.

I knew my Grandmother had grown up wealthy and was “displaced” after her father dying on his way to a “work camp”…and then fleeing the from Nazi’s.

What I didn’t realize was HOW wealthy…..

…and how displaced.

My great-grandfather Emil Navratil was a very successful businessman/electrical engineer in Czechoslovakia.  His company was responsible for laying the electrical grid for their entire town, and at the time of his death was estimated to be worth millions.  His wife Johanna was…of Jewish descent. Her mother, my great, great grandmother was Polish, and the one rumored to be a Jew. To be a Czech Nationalist/Millionaire possibly married to a Jew was not a good combination if you wanted to keep your belongings during that period in history…..or your life, for that matter.

Emil was not successful in keeping either - The government seized his homes, his assets, his five bank accounts, all of his earthly possessions…and ultimately his life as he died on his way to a “camp”.  His beautiful family escaped during the night…taking nothing but a few trinkets they could hide in the seams of their undergarments as they fled - but not before my great grandmother was dragged by her hair into the square, where she stood in the sun all day pledging her “allegience” to “Meine Fuhrer”.

I knew all of this except for the fact that they had fled from Czechoslovakia and not from Germany.  For some reason, all of my life I have thought that my grandmother grew up in Germany, and when she spoke of “going home for a visit”, I thought she was returning to the place of her childhood.

That is, until today….

Today, I realized that I’m not German at all.  My family were German speaking Czechs (like Schindler in “Schindler’s List).  When she fled in the night so many years ago, she never….ever returned to the place of her birth and childhood - to Czechoslovakia.  Never.

I want to go there - The Czech Republic - so badly now.  As I was expressing this, my parents mentioned that if I did they could give me the documents so that I could see about regaining some of the bank accounts that are still there in my grandfather’s name.

Here’s where the profundity lies, for me - what I’ve been pondering all day:

My dad said, “There are untold thousands of dollars in those accounts, and if your Grandmother could prove that she is his daughter, she could eventually get them back - but she’d have to go there to do it.  She’s never been back - never, in over 50 years!

What I keep thinking:

My little grandmother - who lives on a military pension, who grew up like a princess, who loves her European roots, who pinches pennies and has worked long hours to make ends meet -

My little grandmother would rather live on a meager fixed-income than go back……

Why?

I guess the answer lies in a kind of trauma that most Americans can neither understand or relate to.  The kind of freedoms we enjoy…the things that we argue about….the times we cry for the Government to fix our problems……we can’t ever truly understand this kind of trauma.

I guess my grandmother would rather live in peace in her little world - teaching little children in Sunday School, tending to her garden, and enjoying her family - than to have lots of money……and lots of governmental control.

You see, another thing my grandmother is passionate about is politics…in her quiet way.  She volunteers at voting sites, distributes petitions, and will engage other aging “Seniors” about the dangers of believing the scare tactics that many politicians will use to get elderly people to vote for them….

She’s no push-over.  She’s seen what “Government Control” can do, and she wants no part of it.

So, I guess I was just reminded - twice today…once at church, and then at lunch - that I should never take my freedoms lightly.

I should vote…and also remember:

It wasn’t just the wealthy that were hurt by the Government so many years ago, but also:

  • millions of Jews….so many were only little children
  • millions of families of business owners who had enriched entire towns
  • the elderly
  • the unborn
  • the infirm
  • the outspoken
  • the poet, the writer, the thinker……the dreamer
  • the Christian - true Christ-follower who became a “Hiding Place” for others

If we see ourselves in that list…or see anyone that we love, maybe it’s time to stop desiring for the Government to take from others to solve our problems.  Maybe it’s time to stop taking our freedoms for granted.  Maybe it’s time to vote with our heart and conscience..rather than just our wallet - or even out of protest.  Every time we take a freedom from someone else so that we can feel better ( like allowing millions of babies to be murdered and calling it “choice”) - every time we exchange someone else’s freedom for our own comfort…or out of our own fear, we lose a little more freedom ourselves.

I guess we never think a country like America could end up like Czechoslovakia….

But, I don’t think any country has ever really thought it could happen to them.

On November 4th, please vote. Please consider your faith and your conscience as you do.

I know I, and my little grandmother, will!

R.I.P. My sweet Oma…

My Oma and Kael

My Oma and Kael

Peace.

The Remains of the Day

I’ve written about my nephew Kael, and his condition, before… (Here:  “Please…”

and here:“To Whom It May Concern”).

Kael

Kael

….and today, as we celebrated his brother Ronin’s birthday, I was reminded to keep praying for Kael -

….to never stop.

I witnessed one of his seizures today, for the first time.  It was horrific…

….and my sister and brother-in-law (Katie and Michael) deal with this reality every second of every day.  It’s always life-threatening and potentially life-altering.

So, in the remains of this day, I’m simply asking that when you whisper your prayers tonight…please remember little Kael.  Please…

I thank you from the deepest part of my heart.

Peace.

The Remains of the Day

The sun is not quite going down yet, but I think I wouldn’t mind if it were.  I’m just a little weary today - sleep hasn’t been a friend the past few nights….I have always had a fickle relationship with sleep as it is.

This morning was good - the music was a little more low-key - we even did a personal favorite “Came to the Rescue”…and it was nice to hear the people singing praises.  That always lifts me!

We sang a new song, too - and it really spoke to me…to my soul:

“Love is Here” (Tenth Avenue North):

“Come to the water
You who thirst
And you’ll thirst no more
Come to the father
You who work
And you’ll work no more

And all you who labor in vain
And to the broken and shamed

Love is here
Love is now
Love is pouring from His hands
From His brow
Love is near
It satisfies
Streams of mercy flowing from His side
‘Cause love is here

Come to the treasure
You who search
And you’ll search no more
Come to the lover
You who want
And you’ll want no more, no

And all you who labor in vain
And to the broken and shamed

And to the bruised and fallen - captives bound and broken-hearted

He is the Lord
He is the Lord
By his stripes
He’s paid our ransom
From His wounds we drink salvation
He is the Lord
He is the Lord.

Love is here……”

I needed this encouragement this morning in my weariness…I guess we all need to be reminded of where love lies.

It was a good day…now I’m ready for a good night (maybe sleep will be my friend again…maybe).

Peace to you all.

All I want for Christmas…

…is to find my little “shopping cart girl” and make her smile. 

That’s what I’ve been thinking about today.

I guess I’ve got some work to do!

Happy Wednesday!!

Peace.