What the Church Can Learn from Mr. Rogers

Why embodied love, trust, and kindness still matter

This week, the U.S. government voted to defund public broadcasting.

I saw the headlines, and before I could even form an opinion, I began to think about the role that PBS played in my life. I miss Mr. Rogers. I miss the man. The presence. The unhurried voice that made you feel like you mattered. The camera that lingered just a little longer than it had to. The zip of a cardigan and the change of shoes that signaled safety. And maybe more than anything, I miss a world that made space for those kinds of messages to reach kids through intention rather than algorithms. (Something my kids don’t experience much)

I Grew Up in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood

I loved watching Mr. Rogers as a little kid. I loved the trolley that carried us to the Land of Make-Believe. I loved watching him feed his fish and visit interesting places. It was genuinely entertaining to my…