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The War Cry | NOVEMBER 2012
I W A S B O R N
and raised
in East Lansing, Michi-
gan, the fifth and last
child of loving, hardwork-
ing parents. They allowed me to pursue anything to
make me happy��horses, dance, gymnastics, skiing.
I tried just about everything to fit in but I never felt
a part of anything��never smart, skinny, pretty,
popular or athletic enough. I never felt enough.
When my parents retired to Las Vegas. I en-
rolled at the University of Nevada�Las Vegas be-
cause I wanted to be a teacher. When I was 19, I
was swept off my feet by a professional poker player
who was almost 15 years older. On our first date,
we flew to San Francisco for dinner. I felt special.
I began a life with him, drinking, traveling, and
thinking that I finally fit in. When I turned 21, I
started working as a cocktail waitress, sometimes
making more than $500 a day. I felt set.
By the time I was 24, I had a
5,000 square foot house with a pool
and a sauna, a motor home, a rich
boyfriend, and a brand new jeep, paid in full. And
I was miserable.
I left my boyfriend and moved in with my par-
ents. I acted like the world revolved around me. I
was also quite the drinker so the bottom quickly
approached. My parents were fed up and kicked
me out. After sleeping at friends' apartments, I de-
cided to go home, admitting that I needed help.
I entered The Salvation Army Adult Rehabili-
tation (ARC) Program in Las Vegas 19 years ago.
I was an alcoholic and suffering from a nine year
eating disorder.
I wasn't raised in church. I always wondered
about Jesus and God. I didn't want to ask, because
I didn't want to look stupid. I bought a Bible, but I
didn't make it past Leviticus.
When Reverend Paul Alexander told me to
read the book of John, I started at 9 p.m. that night.
As I read, my heart softened. At 11 p.m., after the
call for lights out at the ARC, I got a flashlight
and read beneath the covers. Tears were running
down my face as I experienced a God who loved
me. I read Jesus' words in John 8: 12: "I am the
light of the world. If you follow Me, you won't have
to walk in darkness, because you will have the
light that leads to life." He loved me just the way
I was. I didn't have to be the prettiest, the skinni-
est, the smartest, or even have the nicest things.
I finally fit in. I was enough.
I went to work for the Army's Social Services.
It was a privilege to show God's love as we distrib-
uted food boxes and offered assistance to people
in need. I went back to school to become a coun-
selor and met my wonderful husband, David Paul
Kauffman. A little more than a year later we were
blessed with our first daughter. I next worked at
the Army's Pathways, a mental health group home
for those who are homeless and struggling with a
mental health diagnosis.
When our second daughter was born, David
and I were enjoying our work with the Army, had
just bought a beautiful house, had two cars and
attended the Las Vegas Corps, helping out with
Junior Church, Bible studies and other programs.
When cadets from Crestmont College visited the
corps, we realized God was leading us to become
Salvation Army officers. We were commissioned
as officers eight years ago.
I have had many trials and victories since I
accepted Jesus as my Savior. I spent twenty years
trying to find a place to fit in, and I found it��The
Salvation Army. I have made it my life's mission
to help others find that same peace that was so
freely shared with me.
Captain Erin Kauffman is camp director for the Salvation
Army's Pine Summit Camp in Big Bear Lake, CA.
How I Met the Army
............
I WENT HOME, ADMITTING I NEEDED HELP
Finally Fitting In
by
CAPTAIN ERIN KAUFFMAN
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