Is Halloween Child Play?
I remember being a brand new mom and having an adorable 9-month-old son in October of 2012. We hosted a party to celebrate my birthday, and the question repeatedly arose, "What will your son be for Halloween?" It was October, after all!
Our answer was, "Nothing, we don't celebrate Halloween..."
Jaws dropped and eyes swelled with tears, a response which surprisingly never happened when I explained why we also don’t celebrate Ramadan or Kwanza.
The responses were epic.
"Are you trying to turn him into a Jehovah's Witness?!"
"What about the candy??"
"What will his friends say?"
"He's going to be teased and made fun of!"
A few years later, and thanks so lots of important Christian publications, it seems that we aren't alone in our stance to not celebrate Halloween.
Many Christians are waking up to the fact that behind the Kit Kat bars and fairy costumes rests a tradition that's steeped in Satanism and witchcraft.
CBN published a fascinating article about the origins of some of our Halloween traditions like trick-or-treating and jack-o-lanterns. I was fascinatingly horrified about what so many do without realizing it.
Here's a good article from an ex-Satanist, and some more perspective from another mom.
Yet, amidst all the critique and criticism my family received that year for not adorning our baby in a costume, one statement lingered: "What will you do if he turns 15 and comes and says, ‘Mom and Dad, I'm going out trick-or-treating whether you like it or not!’"
To a new mom, those words stung. What would I do if my precious bundle of joy rebelled against our ways, or worse, because of our way? I pondered it over for quite sometime before getting to the heart of the problem.
I realized it wasn't about forbidding what we thought was evil, it was about teaching our children to love what is good. The Bible says, “We do not belong to the night or to the darkness (1 Thess. 5:5b).” We simply have no place dabbling in evil, for we are children of the Light. We belong to God, and He is a God that sacrificed His very Son to crush death and rescue us from the hands of the Evil One. In the Lord’s Prayer, Jesus even specifically instructs us to pray that God deliver us from Evil [some translate it, Evil One]. So why should we prance around in costumes and steep ourselves in demonic traditions? It’s certainly not to glorify God.
So, while we won't be sacrificing a Passover lamb and spreading its blood over our front door to protect us from the evil in Halloween (that's meritless bible humor, FYI), we will keep our outside lights shut off and not answer the front door.
Inside, life will continue as normal. We'll eat dinner (and dessert, in case your truly concerned that we deprive our children of all joy in the world) and maybe watch some tv, play a game, and go to sleep. Then we'll wake up to November and the onslaught of Christmas decorations taking convenient stores and we might, just might, buy a bunch of reduced priced candy at CVS.
Have a great week!
I’m not going to write a quasi-obligatory "praying for Las Vegas" status update, or re-tweet one of the photos with the same caption. I can't do it.
I am, however, all too familiar with the flashing lights of the police cars that haunted my mind for days. Waking up in terror, walking down the grocery store aisle in fear, thinking if it happened in the school, it could happen anywhere. I'll also confess that I've looked at an unsuspecting man and pondered if the innocent guy might have a gun and an evil plot to break out in a barrage of gun fire to destroy everyone around him. It's just how you live in the wake of unfathomable devastation.
I've asked all the common questions to God, I've prayed for the dead bodies to get back up, and I've wondered many... many... things.
Gunfire always produces the same smoke. The same arguments. The same darn hashtags. And I'm sick of it.
When the smoke settles there are two sides, peering evil at each other, each convinced this is discussion is simple and black and white. But somehow, the gray area grows more and more after each shooting.
After Sandy Hook, I had reporters carry my groceries in, so desperate for more fuel to add to their story. They took the photos they liked, and the words that fit, never to be seen from again. I told them that I was glad I could defend myself and my 9 month old baby, as state troopers swarmed the outside of our house on the hunt for a second suspect. But that never showed up in the stories... It was just another writing gig for them, after all.
So while my heart mourns for the loss and devastation in Las Vegas, I'll choose to keep praying for the hearts in our nation. Evil comes from the heart. It's existed from the moment Satan brought sin into the world. Murder even brought destruction into the very first family recorded in Scripture. Jesus didn't ask us to pass legislation that fit our views, He calls us to reach the lost. When love doesn't reach them, ISIS, ANTIFA, the KKK, Satan, or "insert whatever adjective here" will reach them and cater to their pain and deficiencies. Then their pain becomes our pain, in very horrific ways.
Compliment a stranger today. Love someone who’s different than you. Show more compassion than you need to, and love your neighbor more than yourself. And pray that God’s will be done in our live as it is in Heaven.
Is a wife, mother of four, author of Re:Birth, and lover of afternoon naps.