Sometimes one needs to cry for what once was common, common goodness, small kindnesses that transformed and informed differences.
Monday night, two friends gave me the gift of dinner, a movie and their good company. Lavish gift for body and soul. The small neighborhood theater filled. Word’s out. Go see, Won’t You Be My Neighbor. Wondering if it’s worth your time, google the NYTimes July 7, 2018 piece by David Brooks, “Fred Rogers and the Loveliness of the Little Good.”
If you’re looking for an action thriller, don’t go. This is slow, thoughtful, tender, respectful of children and differences, allowing the viewer time to ponder, remember another time, a better way.
As a young mom, I remember watching and trusting nothing harmful would come to Chad and Heather if they became hooked on puppets and a soft-spoken man who treated children like they mattered. Not so of much of children’s programing today, blitzing, bombarding, marketing and then there’s the scene at many a restaurant, a small child, phone in hand, playing games until the chicken nuggets arrive.
Every Sunday we hear, ” Hear what our Lord Jesus Christ says, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.”
A soft spoken man in tennis shoes and a sweater picked up the message and asked for more than 30 seasons something so small, so significant, “Won’t you be my neighbor?” Then showed us how to be one.
How’re we doing, Mr. Rogers?
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