Fred Rogers, host of the preschool television series Mister Rogers' Neighbourhood
Mr. Rogers' statement sounds simple when you read it. I must confess, for me it isn't. Accepting someone exactly the way they are is difficult! The quote states that love is "an active noun like struggle."
These past days many of us in Canada have followed with interest the words of Pope Francis as he expressed feelings of regret and sorrow for the actions of the Catholic Church toward Indigenous people. Niigaan Sinclair, in a Winnipeg Free Press article of July 18, 2022, stated that "this is no time to dance around barriers to inclusivity. The movement to make Indigenous celebrations and ceremonies more inclusive of all of our relations cannot be stopped because it is driven by love."
A long time ago, when our daughters were still in high school, Rockway Mennonite Collegiate put on a drama of Harper Lee's 1960 novel To Kill a Mockingbird. I remember it not only because one of our daughters had a part in it, but also because there were some universal truths that bear repeating in 2022, the 62nd anniversary of the book's publication. Here's one:
"Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of another ... . There are just some kind of men who are so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results."
Mr. Rogers called the space between the viewer and the television set "holy ground" and said the central message of "Mr. Rogers' Neighbourhood" -- that you are loved just the way you are -- was based on God's concern for all creation, a core tenet of Christianity (Daniel Burke, CNN Religion Editor).
The book On Holy Ground, edited by Dora Dueck, has caused some controversy, as I wrote in my last post. Pages were removed and books destroyed. Here in Winnipeg we held a picnic to protest this action; it was well attended and felt peaceful.
"These days I'm a bit bristly."
Another wonderful book is the one on the right which Hardy brought home from our church library. It was published in 2003 and I don't know why I haven't become aware of it.
Justina D. Neufeld left Ukraine in 1943, the same year our family did. I was a three-month old baby, Justina was a thirteen-year-old. We were able to leave by train, whereas her family (the father had already been taken from them) left by horse and wagon and endured hardships I cannot even imagine. She was separated from most of her family, but rescued by MCC, eventually travelling to Holland and then adopted by a loving family in the U.S. whose daughter served with MCC in Holland.
I was so moved by Neufeld's book that I decided to try and contact her, wondering if she was even still alive (as she is thirteen years older than I am). I was able to get in touch with her through her publisher (Pandora Press, Kitchener), and she responded by email informing me that she has just published another book, Justa's Escape: A Journey from WWII Ukraine. It is written for younger readers. She was also interviewed by the oral history department of the National Holocaust Museum which is interested in non-Jewish survivors of WWII. This woman gives me hope -- she is in her nineties!




Elfrieda, I absolutely loved everything about this post. And what a wonderful way to end it. A ninety year old woman, still writing and educating! I love that❤️❤️. It gives me hope. Would hope, like love, be an active noun as well?
ReplyDeleteI truly think it is, Marge! History seems to be repeating itself in the Ukraine. I always enjoy reading Elfrieda's writing and books referrals.
DeleteThanks, Anne! Yes, sadly, the troubles in Ukraine continue and have a negative effect on the whole world!
DeleteAbsolutely, hope can be an active noun! We should read Justina’s book together with our sisters. We’d all be bawling!
ReplyDeleteYou can be as bristly as you need to be, Elfrieda. Love and hope will always come through for you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shirley, I’m banking on it!
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I have suffered jabs from power-hungry judges like those you refer to here. Three of these people have landed on my prayer card: Loving you enemies is the best antidote. But first we must grieve. Hugs to you Elfrieda!
ReplyDeleteSo true, Marian! Both grieving and loving enemies is hard work! The work of grieving provides the space for loving our enemies, I’m thinking.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed!
DeleteThese are days that make one bristle. God did create porcupines as well as cute little hedgehogs. And I believe God has given us permission to bristle when necessary.
ReplyDeleteYah, I can be a porcupine. I think some of them actually send their bristles flying when they need to protect themselves!
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ReplyDeleteGreat post Elfrieda! Love and hope side by side. What a wonderful way of looking at the world!
Who says life stops at a certain age…this woman Justina certainly proves it does not
Thanks, Ruth! It’s all in our perspective, right?
DeleteGood stuff, Elfrieda. I like the way you are able to tie many things into one. Keep on writing.
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ReplyDeleteThanks, I enjoy both the writing and the comments!
Thank you Elfrieda - I love the nod to Fred Roger's - I loved the way he looked at each individual - child and adult alike to try to reach the core of who they were and what ever they were dealing with. Amazing man. Love - loving people the way they are. Keep writing :-) Mary D.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this note, and for the encouragement, Mary (cousin Mary, I assume).
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