The Simple Faith of Mister Rogers: Spiritual Insights from the World's Most Beloved Neighbor

by Amy Hollingsworth

Fred once told me a story that I know he liked to repeat often. “I heard this true story of this child, a little four-year-old boy whose mother and dad had just brought home a baby sister,” he said. “Sound familiar to you?” Then he laughed. I had almost the identical scenario at home when Fred and I first met. “He pleaded with his mother and dad to have some private time with this baby; in fact, insisted. Well, the mother and dad were concerned; they thought maybe he was planning to hurt that baby. Finally he won. And he walked into the baby’s room, and the mother and dad thought, ‘We will just stay at the door to be sure that the baby is safe.’ The little boy simply walked up to the crib, looked at the baby, and said, ‘Tell me what it was like, I’m beginning to forget.’ Out of the mouths of babes, you know. So heaven doesn’t have any boundaries.”