Monday, May 14, 2012
The Virtuous Business of Scaring The Kids. . . Maruice Sendak, Oswald, and the Lindbergh Baby. . .
One person who had a good sense of the evil and broken nature of the world was the childrens' author, Maurice Sendak, who died last week at the age of 83. Sendak was best known for his children's story, Where the Wild Things Are, a book that was intensely popular despite its dark nature. After Sendak died, the Baltimore Sun's Susan Reimer penned an editorial memorializing Sendak. Reimer's piece not only praised Sendak for pulling back the curtain on evil in the world, but it served to stir up scary memories from my own childhood.
1932 kidnapping and subsequent murder of the Lindbergh baby. The iconic photo of the ladder to the baby's window, Reimer reminds us, even made it into one of Sendak's books. I wasn't alive when that story grabbed the nation's attention. In fact, 1932 was the year that my dad was born. But I was six or seven years old when I was sitting alone in our living room watching an episode of the Mike Wallace-narrated TV show Biography. I loved that series and my parents were OK letting me watch it - it was history after all! I don't remember anything about the Lindbergh episode other than the grainy black and white film images of the ladder in the window. I went to bed that night thinking about it. I was scared. Terrified actually. I remember being scared for days, especially at night. I would fall asleep looking wide-eyed at my window. To this day, when Charles Lindbergh's name is mentioned, I don't think first about aviation. I think about that ladder.
It wasn't long after watching that episode of Biography that the President of the United States was assassinated. The innocence of childhood was lost for me and my peers. We watched it all on TV. I remember it like it was yesterday. Within hours, we all knew that the man charged with the crime was known by the name "Lee Harvey Oswald." I recently had a conversation with a youth worker from Dallas. She was my age. She, like me, remembers it all like yesterday. She told me that on the Friday night that it all happened, she feared that Oswald - even though he was locked up - would come to her house and get her. I was eight-years-old too. . . and I thought the same thing. I was terrified. I went and quickly shut the blinds in the living room and dining room windows because I knew Oswald was coming to get me. Again, I remember it like it was yesterday. All you have to do is say the world "Oswald" and all sorts of stuff starts moving around in my brain.
As a dad, I know there's a fine line between exposing your kids to too much and exposing your kids to too little. There's something in us that makes us want to keep them from anything bad. But I don't think that would be at all helpful. We live in a post Genesis 3:6 world. The world - and everything/everybody in it - is broken. When you watch a TV show where a suspect is being interviewed and the interviewer asks, "Are you capable of __________ (fill in the name of the crime)?" and the suspect answers by saying "I would never ___________ (fill in the name of the crime)". . . well. . . don't believe it. Seeing the world and the evil in it for what it is winds up being a good thing when we realize that we are all horribly messed up. Seeing the world and the evil in it for what it is winds up being a good thing when we are able to look deep inside our own selves and see that the brokenness isn't just "out there" or a part of "those people." Seeing the world and the evil in it for what it is winds up being a good thing when we realize that try as hard as we might, we can't rescue or fix ourselves. Our depravity is inescapable. And seeing the world and the evil in it for what it is winds up being a good thing we hear the Good News about Jesus Christ, the Incarnation, the Cross, the Resurrection, and redemption.
All that to say. . . our kids need to know that the world is dark, dark place. Because if it isn't dark, they won't see their desperate need for the Light.