They brought infants to Jesus that He might touch them; but when His disciples saw it, they rebuked them. But Jesus called them to Himself and said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God” (Luke 18:15-16).
A little boy sat on the floor with the tv on, waiting for his friend. The friend arrived, took off his sweater and shiny shoes and replaced them with another sweater and tennis shoes. “You are special” and “It’s you I like” he sang, the words simple, genuine, and true.
We fed the fish, received a speedy delivery, walked to the bakery, met kings and owls and took trolley rides, then sat for a little talk together. He knew the words to calm fears, drown silence, fill loneliness, and cover with grace and understanding.
After smiles, waves, and his friend leaving, the boy knew that tomorrow would be another “snappy new day.” Mr Rogers was a 25-minute friend reflecting the best American society had to offer.
Today I recall the boy of my childhood from the vantage point of time and realize how much the world has changed. Being a child is much more difficult. The world is more dangerous, life more complicated, reality harsher, society far brasher. The innocence and simplicity of my childhood has vanished.
One thing hasn’t changed: Jesus still welcomes and loves the little children.