Mary Chase wrote the play, Harvey, in 1950. It was made into a movie starring Jimmy Stewart. It it still performed on stage such as here in Winnepeg where we just enjoyed it.
I have to admit writing this blog has put religion into my brain more than it used to be. I write about something, then I see it in real life. That’s what happened as I watched Harvey.
Harvey is the main character, Elwood P. Dodd’s, invisible rabbit friend. A psychiatrist asked Elwood where the name Harvey came from.
Elwood said he had always loved the name, Harvey. One day he was in a park when someone called his name. He turned around and there was a six foot tall rabbit.
“I’m at a disadvantage,” Elwood told the rabbit. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.”
The rabbit asked, “What name would you like?”
Elwood said he didn’t have to think twice about that. “Harvey,” he replied.
“What a coincidence,” the rabbit said. “My name happens to be Harvey.”
This means to me author Mary Chase knew the minds of some religious people the world over. Their Harvey already knows them. Harvey likes them and approves of what they do.
No human friend, or a sovereign god, could have known Elwood P. Dodd as well as Harvey knew him nor provide him with such happiness. He summed things up, “Well, I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years, Doctor, and I’m happy to state I finally won out over it.”