Wizard of Oz
Recently I watched The Wizard of Oz for the umpteenth time and found myself enjoying it every bit as much (maybe more) than I did when I first saw it as an eight year old. I recall Bubbie promising to take me to see it when I recovered from the tonsillectomy I was facing. That and the assurance of unlimited ice cream were the only things that kept me from rebelling completely against this assault on my throat.The last few times I watched the classic film, I was struck by the compelling messages it imparted. The idea that having a brain, which the scarecrow wanted, wasnt worth anything, he learned, unless it was used wisely. This struck a chord within me, perhaps because it was a message that I had always preached to my kids. The tin man who yearned for a heart learned that it wasnt a physical thing he was seeking but rather a spiritual one, a quality that unfortunately is missing in many people today. The lions wish for courage, something which eludes us all from time to time, sometimes forces us to look to a higher power for the strength to deal with a difficult situation.The one character I keep thinking about is Dorothy, the heroine of the story, who wanted to discover what things were like "over the rainbow" only to realize that everything she desired was right there in her own back yard. I believe her longing was not only natural, but healthy as well. Certainly our greatest joys and comfort are often found with family and friends. But If, when we come upon a yellow brick road and, out of fear, choose not to follow it, might we not be missing a chance to get a glimpse of our personal Emerald City? And wouldnt that be unfortunate?