He most certainly is not the kind of cultural hero we'd
expect to find these days, in the rough and tumble and oh so hard and sharp
elbowed world of 2018. He's actually kind
of geeky, clad in a brown or blue or even bright orange zip up cardigan, knit
by his mother. His footwear is old school penny loafers and lace up tennis
shoes. The first thing he does to greet us as he comes through the door is to sing!
Instead of speaking in a loud or threatening voice, he always talks to us
quietly, deliberately, and gently. As we listen, it is as if we are the only
person in the whole world at that moment. Most amazing, when he does make or
take a public stance or teach some life lesson through his TV show, he always
does so with kindness and humility.
It's Fred Rodgers of course, or Mister Rogers, as those of
us of a certain age remember him, the creator and host of "Mister Rodgers
Neighborhood", a children's show that debuted fifty years ago this month. Mister
Rodgers was the caring man who'd visit us each afternoon on our local public TV
channel and then for one hour transport us to the land of make believe. A land for the young and the young at
heart. A land where we were reminded by
him every single show, that each of us, and every last child of God, is unique
and loveable, no matter what our station in life. Or race or gender. Or ability
or disability. He reminded us that the world is a good place. That we belong here. That we belong to each other, every single
soul on God's earth.
Though Rodgers died in 2003 at age 74 from cancer, he's
enjoying a renaissance this summer, as the subject of a beautiful and heartfelt
documentary now showing in theaters, "Won't You Be My
Neighbor?". Friends: run, don't
walk, to see it, because in a short ninety-four minutes, this biographical and
thoughtful examination of Rodgers' life and legacy to America's children and America,
reminds us of one basic spiritual truth. Something that's so easy to forget in
this time of Twitter wars and social rudeness and indecency and mean
spiritedness on the part of so many of our so called "leaders" and
even fellow citizens.
Basic human goodness, decency and care are still and will
always be, the values that our nation and world must embody: to be our best,
for and with each other. Kindness,
though it does not always "win", is the key to the most meaningful of
lives for each of us and all of us, together.
Forget this Rogerian truth and we are doomed to an ever downward spiral
of communal hard heartedness and social Darwinism, every man and woman and
child for themselves, on their own. Alone. That's a cold and cruel neighborhood.
But when we remember just what Mister Rodgers taught us? We
just may have a chance as a country and neighbors to save this land. To inspire
each other through love, to be our better angels, our best selves. As a cultural leader and sage, that's what
most marked Rogers'
life and ministry. (Rodgers was an ordained Presbyterian minister.) He made us want to be good. He showed us might does not make right, that
in fact, doing the right thing is what makes right.
And he always did so above and beyond any human divisions.
It's interesting to note that Rogers
was not that flashy of a guy in his private life, for all his cultural fame. He
was married to the same woman, Sara, for fifty-one years. A lifelong registered
Republican, Rogers
neither drank nor smoked and he swam everyday of his life to keep in shape. But
those labels, all human labels, meant nothing to him nor his philosophy.
Everyone in his imagined neighborhood was welcomed, no one ever left out or
left behind. Especially the young, the vulnerable, the children.
I know this vision of kindness is not selling well right now
in our cynical and snarky and uncivil times. But something tells me Mister
Rodgers would still encourage us to keep on trying and to keep on loving. After all, who can say no to this one
gracious invitation: "Won't you be my neighbor?"
That I absolutely will, Mister Rodgers. And thanks again for
teaching us of the goodness in ourselves and in others and in this sometimes
broken world. After all, God's Creation
is and will always be, just one big neighborhood.
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