1. The Lewellen Family's Christmas Present
By Elder Nephi Anderson
Elder Martin was lost. Much as he disliked acknowledging the fact even to himself, the truth was plainly evident. He had lost his way in the black fog which rested as a pall over the city.
He had started out from his lodgings that afternoon to buy in for his Christmas dinner the next day. His companion had gone to visit some relatives in London, having received an invitation to spend a few days of the Christmas holidays with them. He did not like to leave Elder Martin alone, but the latter urged him to go, and so he was now alone — a stranger in a strange land that Christmas Eve.
Although the mills had closed down for the holidays, it seemed that the smoke from the forest of chimneys still hung over the city, as if loath to leave. The short winter afternoon soon turned to evening. The gas lamps were lit, and down the main streets the electric lights gleamed and sputtered.
Elder Martin had taken his time about making his purchases, and when he at length left the business section of the city to go back to his lodgings, he found that he was considerably out of his usual course. He walked about for some time trying to get his bearings, but the twists and turns of the streets seemed to twist and turn him until he was bewildered more than ever. For a time he took it good naturedly, realizing that even if he was lost, there was no harm in it. He rather enjoyed the sensation, as he wandered about from one street to another of the big, busy city — and then, the walk kept the sense of lonesomeness which weighed heavily on him from becoming too acute.
Feeling tired, he asked a policeman to direct him to the street where his lodgings were. He followed as best he could the directions of "the first turn to the right and the second to the left, and then keep straight ahead," but after fully an hour's walk, to his astonishment and vexation, he came back again to the point from which he had started.
But the young "Mormon" missionary was not to be beaten at such trifles. He started again, and got well out into the residential parts of the city. The smoke seemed to be mixed with a damp fog, and the darkness became intense. Traffic was stilled, and few people moved about. He asked for directions a number of times, but the persons he met did not know his street. The police seemed to have vanished with the daylight, as none were to be seen. Elder Martin stood at a street corner, speculating what direction he ought to take or what he ought to try next.
Then he walked slowly down a narrow street. He would have to knock at some door and make enquiries, but Elder Martin was yet timid, as he had been in England only three months, and he was not naturally a self-confident man.
From a house nearby came the sound of singing. Elder Martin stopped and listened, as the song was familiar to him. Girls' voices were singing Luther's Cradle Hymn:
"Away in a manger, no crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus lay down His wee head;
The stars in the heavens looked down where He lay;
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
Asleep, asleep, asleep, the Savior in a stall,
Asleep, asleep, the Lord of all."
“About six weeks ago I dreamed of a young man coming in at the door just as you came in this evening. I thought he had a Christmas box under his arm, but on the box was written in plain letters ‘Gospel.’ He put the box on the table, opened it, and gave each of us a present.”
Elder Martin listened until the close of the song, then knocked on the door, which was presently opened by a pleasant-faced woman of over middle age. He stepped into the open doorway, by force of tracting habit.
"Pardon my disturbing you," he said; "but I, being somewhat a stranger in the city, have lost my way, and am trying to find someone that is able to help me to find it again."
The woman stood looking at the young man for a moment without replying. Then she said, "Come in — sit down," and handed him a chair. At a glance he took in the room and its occupants. The mother, evidently, was the central figure, and around her was her family of five children, ranging from a little girl to one who had attained to the years of womanhood. They were all very attentive to what the young man and the mother were saying, having turned from the piano, where they, no doubt, had been singing.
"I live at No. 14 Lethom Road" said the Elder. "Am I anywhere near it?"
"You are at least two miles from Lethom Road," replied the mother, "as it is on the other side of the city.
"Well, I am indeed lost," he exclaimed.
"You may be a long way from home, sir, but, I hope, not lost. My boy will show you a tram that will take you home."
"I thank you very much;" and Elder Martin arose to go.
"Pardon me," said the woman, "but if you are not in a great hurry, I should like to ask you a few questions."
The young man sat down. He was pleased enough to stay, and as his business was to talk to all who would listen to him, he never let an opportunity go by when he could get a hearing. Again, this house into which he had so strangely come seemed to him so cosy and home-like that he felt drawn to it. But what could be wanted of him? He was certainly a total stranger to them all.
"You are a preacher, aren't you — a preacher of the Gospel of Jesus?"
"Yes; I am a missionary," answered the astonished Elder.
"And you have come with good news for us — tidings of great joy — I know it, for you see, the Lord has shown it to me."
The woman's face beamed with a fervent joy, while the others looked strangely at her.
"You will think this is strange," she said, and she drew a chair up to the table and sat down; "but let me explain it to you. My name is Annie Lewellen, and these are my children. Their father died ten years ago, and we have all struggled along together until now. It has been hard, and now the mills are only running half time — but, pardon me, that isn't what I want to tell you about. For years I have been dissatisfied with what goes by the name of religion in this country. I have found no satisfaction in any of it. I have gone to churches and chapels. I have heard learned divines and fervid revivalists, but nowhere have I found that which satisfies me. They all seem so far from that which I read of in the Bible."
The girls took seats around the table and listened to the mother as keenly as did the visitor.
"My husband," she continued, "was not what the ministers call a religious man. He very seldom went to church, because he said he could not believe much that was preached; but he was a good man, was my husband, no matter what all the preachers in Christendom said to the contrary. Never a hard word, never a visit to the dram shop, always kind to me and the children.... But there, I'm rambling again. I have also given up going to church, but I don't feel at all right. I fear that we shall all grow up heathens. The truth must be somewhere, and we — I say we because my daughters have been with me — we have pleaded with the Lord that He would show us the right. About six weeks ago I dreamed of a young man coming in at the door just as you came in this evening. I thought he had a Christmas box under his arm, but on the box was written in plain letters 'Gospel.' He put the box on the table, opened it, and gave each of us a present. Maud" — turning to the oldest daughter — "did I not tell you of my dream at the time?"
"Yes, mamma."
"Well, this gentleman is the one I saw in my dream. I knew him the moment he entered the door."
Elder Martin moved his chair up to the table. Then from the inside pocket of his coat he took his Bible and placed it on the table. He thought not of the immediate errand that had brought him there. He forgot his loneliness. As he looked into the beaming eyes about him, his soul went out to the hearts yearning for consolation and hungering for the bread of life. And then a power came over him, a power that drove away fear or hesitancy, that made him master of the situation. They all watched him intently.
"This is Christmas Eve," said he, "and I will give to you all the most beautiful Christmas present you have ever received.... I am a missionary, an Elder in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and my name is Martin. I have come from my home six thousand miles away to tell you of the restoration to the earth of the same Gospel that was preached by Christ and His disciples anciently — the Gospel that has power to bless and to save not only in the world to come, but to bring peace and joy into the life we are now living."
One of the girls placed some coals in the grate, and then came back to the table. Another turned up the gas. Elder Martin opened the Bible and began to teach them "as one having authority, and not as the scribes." Faith, repentance, baptism, the Holy Ghost — its office and operations — were explained and proved from the Scriptures. They all drank in his words eagerly. Even the smallest girl drew her chair up, and, resting her arms on the table, looked steadfastly into the face of the teacher — a face that glowed with the inspiration of the Spirit, for never before had the young Elder had such freedom in explaining the Gospel.
There was the most perfect quietness. No questions were asked, no objections were raised. Elder Martin touched lightly upon the apostasy, and then explained the need of a restoration. He described the Church of Christ with apostles and prophets, enjoying the gifts and blessings as the natural outgrowth of the Spirit of God operating within it.... "But I fear I am tiring you," he at last suggested.
"You are not, Elder Martin, go on. See how interested we all are. Are you tired, girls?"
There was a chorus of "No's."
Elder Martin looked at his watch. It was only eight o'clock. No one was waiting for him at his lodgings — besides, he was not lost now. Outside, the fog and the smoke might be ever so black, inside there was light, and peace, and love, and he felt contented and happy.
"My husband believed all that you have just told us," said the mother. "He used to talk to me about these principles, and he often wondered why the churches of to-day did not teach them."
"Well he might," was the reply, "but, you see, the falling away from the faith explains that. The world has been without the Gospel in its purity and power for hundreds of years, and it is the beautiful story of its restoration that I have been sent to tell."
"Tell us about it."
Then the simple yet sublime story of Joseph Smith's first vision was recited. He told them of the angels' visits, of the opening heavens, of the Hill Cumorah and its sacred contents, of the organization of the Church, and briefly, of its trials and persecutions.
"We are known to the world at large by the name of 'Mormons'" he said, as a concluding sentence, "but our true name is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints."
The Elder noted carefully what effect this announcement would have on his listeners, for he had learned through experience what power a name has on the prejudices of men and women; but he noted with pleasure that they were not shocked by the announcement.
"I care not for the name," said the mother, "or what people say; what you have been telling us appeals to me as the truth — and the truth is what I want, no matter by what name it is called."
Elder Martin again suggested going, but they would not listen to it until he had had supper with them. "Our fare is very simple," was explained, "but you are welcome, very welcome, if you will stay."
Elder Martin thanked them. One of the girls took his coat, and he seated himself on the sofa out of the way of those who became busy with table and dishes. He coaxed the little girl to come and sit on his knee, and she soon became friendly with him. He told her of his own little girl at home across the sea, and they speculated what she might be doing that same Christmas Eve. Then the table was ready and they all surrounded it again.
"I have not introduced you to my family yet," said the mother. "This is Maud, the oldest." Elder Martin shook hands with her, and then also with Isabella, and Susan, and Willie — little Martha he knew already.
Tea was served to all, but the young man asked if he might have a cup of warm water instead. He flavored it with milk and sweetened it with sugar as the others did.
"Is this the family?" enquired the young man.
"Yes," replied the mother, "We are all here. So far, we have been able to keep together, thank the Lord — and, more than that, all my girls are good girls."
"Well, mother!" remonstrated Maud.
"Make no protest," said he. "Your mother knows, and it does not harm you to hear her say so. When I see the sin and degradation in this big city, I think you ought to be very grateful indeed that you have been protected from it."
In their talk around the table he learned that the three oldest girls were workers in one of the mills. The mother was housekeeper, and Martha and Willie went to school.
"I am a 'twister,'" explained one of the girls, "and I have to stand on one leg all day."
Elder Martin was nonplused at the remark, and the girl explained further that the nature of her work in the mill brought into play the lifted knee, first one and then the other as she went back and forth tying the broken threads. He was very much interested in her explanation, as also of those of the other girls who gave an account of their daily occupation in the mill.
“As none of the older girls answered immediately, little Martha spoke up: “I can make a pudding.” ”
Elder Martin's mission was to follow in the example of the great Master who went about doing good, and with the truth which he had and the priesthood which he bore, to bring the blessings of the Gospel to as many as would receive them. He was eager to give, but, strange as it may seem, the great difficulty was to find those who would accept. The more lives his life could touch, and by that touch impart to them some happiness, the fuller, the richer, the happier his own life became. That, no doubt, was the reason why he felt so very happy that Christmas Eve.
It was ten o’clock before he finally arose to go. Willie got his cap to go with him and show him the right car to take.
"When shall we see you again?" asked Mrs. Lewellen.
"I shall be pleased to call at any time," replied the Elder.
"Come and eat Christmas dinner with us to-morrow,"
Elder Martin hesitated. Had he not in his capacious overcoat pockets the purchases for his own Christmas dinner!
"You say you are alone, so come and eat with us. It will be simple fare, but you will be welcome; and I have many questions to ask you."
"I will come if you will take the place of my house-keeper to-morrow. See, I have already made my purchases, and I don't want to be disappointed in my rice pudding. Are you going to have rice pudding to-morrow'?"
"Well, we were not, but — "
"That was to be the chief course in my dinner," he said, as he placed some packages on the table. "If you will make me a big rice pudding, and put in plenty of raisins, I will promise to come. Is it a bargain?"
As none of the older girls answered immediately, little Martha spoke up: "I can make a pudding."
"Good," said he, and he lifted her on to a chair by the table. "Here, examine these and see if they will do."
He made a hole in the side of a bag, and out fell some raisins.
"Taste them," he admonished, "as he filled her hands. "I am a poor judge, but you, as an experienced cook, will be able to tell."
Martha tasted, and said they were good, and would do.
"But there isn't enough now. Willie here will go with me and we'll buy some more."
"No," spoke up the mother, "there will be plenty."
"It's a bargain then?"
"I suppose so," she said with a smile.
"All right; but before I go, sing again Luther's Cradle Hymn."
They gathered around the piano. Martha looked at Elder Martin with a peculiar expression on her face. He saw it and asked, "What is it, Martha?"
"I can't understand how you are a preacher."
"Why, how is that?"
"Well, you can't be a preacher — you are so different — an' besides, your collar doesn't button at the back."
Martha had not intended to be funny, and she could not understand why they all laughed at her.
"But if you are not a preacher, what shall I call you?" she continued.
"Call him Santa Claus," suggested Willie, who had also had a handful of raisins.
Then they all sang,
"Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay.
Close by me for ever, and love me, I pray — "
Outside, the fog and smoke still filled the air. The top of each street lamp looked like a luminous cloud with a bright center; but its light did not penetrate far into the darkness. By the aid of the little boy Elder Martin soon found his way to the car that took him homeward. Although alone, he was no longer lonesome, for had he not the companionship of pleasant thoughts, and an assurance that he had brought the one great Christmas present to a home where it would be prized as the pearl of great price!
Early LDS novelist Christian Nephi Anderson’s jobs as magazine editor and teacher provided forums for the publication of his many short stories, poetry, essays, and his ten novels. His most famous work is Added Upon. In that novel, characters are traced from the pre-existence, through life, and then to heaven. A celebrity figure of his day within the Church, at the time of his death, a local newspaper said that the novel had been read by “almost every person in Utah.” Anderson was a leading figure in the Home Literature movement, which, like Home Music and Art movements, was an Emersonian declaration of artistic independence, namely that members of the Church should develop their own artists with works created specifically for Latter-day Saint audiences.
