My first Christmas away from home found me on the other side of the world. I was in my second month as a
missionary in Semarang Indonesia which is
8,916 miles away from my childhood home in Logan, Utah. In the weeks leading up to Christmas I found little in a Muslim
majority country to remind me of my favorite holiday—I was in hot, humid, green
Indonesia with no chance of having a
much loved white Christmas. One day Elder Gary Stephens (also a Logan High
graduate) and I happened upon a small Christian book store. We went in to look
around and I was surprised to find a Christmas cassette for sale. Its title
song was “I’ll have a blue Christmas without you” by country crooner Jim
Reeves. There were no other choices and so it became my sole source of
Christmas music listening that year.
I'll have a Blue Christmas without you.
I'll be so blue thinking about you.
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree,
Won't mean a thing if you're not here with me.
I'll have a Blue Christmas that's certain.
And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'.
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas.
I'll be so blue thinking about you.
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree,
Won't mean a thing if you're not here with me.
I'll have a Blue Christmas that's certain.
And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'.
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas.
For much of December it looked as if I would have a blue
Christmas. Only occasionally did it ever seem like the holiday season back
home. On December 10th two packages arrived from home filled with
two Logan High Frisbees, boxes of Jello instant pudding and packages of Wyler’s
instant drink mixes. On December 18th we visited the home of a
Christian minister and were delighted to see a home decorated with Christmas
trees, lights and candles. Interestingly, that same evening I noticed that
there were colorful lights strung outside the central mosque which I happily took
as Christmas lights. I’m not sure why they were on display but in my journal I
wrote that perhaps Semarang’s
Muslims were “catching the true spirit of Christmas.” Another night’s mind
games found me riding my bike in the rain and dark at 6:00 pm and being strangely
reminded of Christmas shopping along Logan’s
Main Street
on snowy December evenings that also darkened early. Being the only person in
the branch who could play both hands of hymns on the tiny pump organ was
perhaps the best reminder of Christmas. I arrived in Indonesia only able to play a few hymns so most days I would fit in practice time to learn new ones, which
for the month of December meant Christmas songs. I then played (some better
than others) those newly learned hymns each Sunday in Sacrament meeting and
during Sunday School hymn practice.
The blue in Christmas all seemed to vanish in the final days
before Christmas as the four elders in our district (we lived in the upper
story of the house-turned church on Pekunden Timur Street) busied ourselves
with Christmas preparations. As a district we had decided to make some
Christmas Eve visits and so we bought and wrapped present for three families as
well as presents to exchange between the four of us (I arranged for Sister
Sandra to buy a book for my gift to Elder Stephens since it was impossible for
me to slip away and buy one on my own). I also used skills learned from my
Grandma Fife during a Thanksgiving Day craft activity. I took a Reader’s Digest
and folded down the corners of every page. When flayed out the magazine took on
the shape of a conical Christmas tree which after being painted green and
decorated with cutout paper ornaments
didn’t look too bad. Two days before
Christmas the branch put up a rare real Christmas tree, with lights, in the
chapel/cultural hall/former living room for our branch Christmas Day party. Next
day while waiting for the other elders, I relished just sitting downstairs
looking at the tree and listening to the Relief Society Choir practice singing
Silent Night.
The first family we visited on Christmas Eve was a poor
single mother and her daughter Augustine. They were not yet baptized, but they
attended church each week. They lived on the outskirts of town in a small house
with a dirt floor. They welcomed us warmly. We gave Augustine a wrapped bag of
candy and cookies. Her eyes lit up at such a simple gift. They were happy in
their humble circumstances and I left feeling humbled by my life of plenty.
Next stop was the family of Koes who spent most of his days living at the
church where he worked as the church janitor, night watchman and clothes washer
(for the elders). He and his wife and their two young children were members of
the church. They lived in a one room house which barely held all of us. They
too were happy and welcoming in their humble circumstances. We held a family
home evening together and then we presented the family with a gift—a large tin
of mixed varieties of butter cookies in which we had hidden 25 new one hundred
rupiah bills (400 Rupiah = $1.00). It wasn’t much money to us, but to the
family it represented more that a week’s income.
For our final visit Elder Stephens and I went to visit the
Suriyana family. They were our golden family (parents and six kids) all set to
be baptized on December 27th.
Also in attendance were an aunt and uncle, cousins and friends so it was
quite a gathering. We held another Family Home Evening filled with reading the
Christmas story from the Bible followed by singing--most touching to me was
when the mom and her four cute daughters sang “Away in a Manger” in Indonesian.
For an activity I taught them all how to make six pointed snowflakes which soon
decorated the walls of their home. After a prayer and refreshments, we
presented our gifts—a Logan High Frisbee, a Bible (with photos of us inside),
my small homemade Christmas tree and a sack of candy and cookies for each of
the children. Once again eyes lit up at such a simple gift.
Brother Suriyana is behind the home made Reader's Digest Christmas tree,
and some of the snowflakes we made. Sister Suriyana is in a yellow kebaya. |
It was a long bike ride back to our home that Christmas Eve.
There I ended the day by playing some Christmas hymns on the pump organ,
writing in my journal, reading the Christmas story in Luke and Matthew and then
kneeling in personal prayer. Excerpts from my journal entry for the day
include: “This Christmas I have truly learned the importance and blessings of
giving. It feels so good to know I was able to help somebody and brighten their
Christmas season. I am truly blessed….[A]s a missionary I have had more time to
think about Christ and the real meaning of Christmas. I have felt His spirit
this day before Christmas.”
Christmas day was full of good food, including a special
breakfast, delicious raisin cake and cookies delivered by Sister Adams--an
American member in our branch, and an early dinner of sweet and sour pork at a
restaurant in Chinatown with Sister Meyer and children who were visiting from Jakarta. That evening we
enjoyed a wonderful Branch Christmas party complete with singing, scripture
reading, a manger scene by the primary kids, and a visit from Santa Claus
(Elder Blazer). We then hurried over to an investigator family for a special Family
Home Evening and more food. We ended the day with an exchange of gifts between
us four elders.
Sister Sandra and her three children in front of the real live Christmas tree. |
Thanks for sharing your memories and thoughts of your first Christmas in Indonesia. If the real meaning of Christmas can be found in Indonesia, it can be found anywhere.
ReplyDeleteI thought you were 19 years old when you left on your mission, not 16.
Thanks for bringing back such great memories Chad
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