To help make ends meet my entire family did a newspaper route. This was no ordinary paper route, in which you see in paintings depicting a young boy riding his bike throwing papers. Rather our paper route had hundreds of papers (sometimes over a thousand) to deliver, which canvassed a significant amount of area.
It required all of us to rise around three in the morning to roll, and by the time we were done our hands were black with ink. To speed up the laborious process, we laid a blanket to collect all our papers. After a paper was rolled we placed it into the middle of the blanket with the mountain of other rolled papers. Often throughout the early morning hours we would need to stop, each grab the edges of the blanket, and carry the papers out to be loaded into the car for delivery.
A system was devised in delivering the papers as well. Each child had a day that he or she was assigned to go out with mom and dad to throw the papers. One parent would drive, the other would throw, and the assigned kid would push the papers up to the front seat to give easier access to the papers for the parent who was throwing. We had a light blue station wagon for many of the years we delivered papers, which made this delivering process run much smoother.
Yet, even with our familyâ€™s well-oiled-paper-throwing-system my parents barely scrapped by. There were many wants we children went without because feeding us was the greatest need to be attended to.
As one might imagine Christmas seemed to be the hardest time for my parents. Trying to provide for the basics—and at the same time keeping alive the dream that we can receive anything from Santa as long as we were good—often was hard.
Looking back on my Christmas memories I am amazed at how well my parents made each Christmas magical on such little means. Obviously, they were never able to give us lavish gifts, but there was never a Christmas we went without. Often, though, this was through the help and assistance of anonymous individuals.
This Thanksgiving my parents came to visit my little family. As we talked about the hard times of the past my mom told me some details of one Christmas, which I wasnâ€™t aware of.
She shared that this particular Christmas was a struggle for them to make ends meet. Her and my dad sat down and made two lists. The first list was the needs of the family, which had small, necessary items like socks, t-shirts, and gloves. The second list was the numerous desires and wants of the family and included items like new coats and wanted toys.
With the little newspaper income they had my parents knew it was going to be a stretch to provide for most of the family needs this Christmas. If by chance they were able to meet the needs of the first list they planned to only buy one gift off of the second list, in order to be prudent with any extra funds.
After my parents made these two lists the Bishop of our Ward approached my dad. The Bishop shared that there was a family in the ward who wanted to help with our Christmas and asked my dad for a list of what our family would need. My dad provided him one of the two Christmas lists that he and my mom had created.
It wasnâ€™t until he returned home, and to the horror of my mom, that he realized he had given the Bishop the wrong list. He gave the list that held our familyâ€™s numerous wants and desires; not, the list with the much cheaper necessities.
My mom, without wasting a moment after hearing this, went straight way to the Bishop and apologized profusely. The list he had was not the right list, and asked the Bishop to give the generous family the less expensive list. She requested that this anonymous family provide only a little of what we needed and nothing more.
Two nights before Christmas one of my older sisters went to my mother sobbing and quite angry. She felt that no matter how hard we worked the Lord was unaware of us. We rolled papers every morning and paid tithing on our meager earnings. To her it seemed the Lord was blind to our sacrifices and offerings.
My mother and her sat on the stairs that led from our living room to our front door, and while my sister was lamenting there came a quick and rapid knock to our door. My sister immediately opened the door and much to her and my Momâ€™s complete surprise there was a porch full of many beautifully wrapped presents. Her tears of anguish turned to tears of astonishment and joy.
It wasnâ€™t until after we opened our presents on Christmas day that my parents discovered that this forever-mysterious family purchased every single item on both lists. No matter how much my parents saved with our familyâ€™s paltry paying paper route they would have never been able to afford what this family brought to us this Christmas.
So it is with Christ. No matter how black our hands become with the hard work of this world, we cannot return to our loving Heavenly Father without the most cherished gift of the Atonement. In the Book of Mormon, Jacob teaches us, \”…wherefore, I know if there should be no atonement made all mankind must be lost\” (Jacob 7:12). It is Christ\’s eternal gift of the Atonement that will always fulfill the list of our needs.
Yet, often, unbeknownst to us until the end, our loving Savior stands on our doorstep with the gifts found on our list of wants as well. These too are fulfilled by the Atonement, and the only requirement to receive these gifts is to ask. Luke writes, \”And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you\” (Luke 11:9). This is a recurring promise that is stated numerous times throughout the scriptures.
Finally, James shares that, \”Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above…\” (James 1:17). The Lord does not wait until Christmas or for us to give Him lists. Instead His eternal love seeks to continually bless us.
I have learned that life is hard at times, but I have also learned that the Lord is aware. He does care, and loves us infinitely more than we will ever know. As we strive to drink deeply from the Atonement, the greatest gift of all, we will come to see that there are always treasured gifts waiting for us on our doorstep.
Merry CHRISTmas from the Wilson Family!