In a few days, the portals of candy coated hell will open up. Demons will come flying out to go knock on doors, looking for poor helpless souls to terrorize — all while disguising themselves as —
Minions from Despicable Me.
When I was a kid, that was what I thought about Halloween. I heard a woman in our church who scorned my mom because she let us dress up for our church’s Harvest Party. I remembered the scenes from horror movies I saw at my cousins. I listened to the sermons saying Halloween was pure evil and that witches were going to be stealing your cats so they could curse the Republican party.
Apparently, even Witches are dog people.
I remember one year, for some reason, we didn’t go to our church’s “Halloween-alternative.” This meant my sister, my mom, and I were home on Halloween for the first time in years. I remember sitting in the living room, terrified as each knock pounded on the door. My little seven/eight year old self was so worried that those knocks had evil behind them. I was convinced that anyone and everyone who participated in Halloween had opened themselves up to becoming possessed by an evil spirit and like a light switch, it could flip at any moment.
I didn’t know Halloween had pagan and Christian roots, just like Christmas and Easter. I didn’t know the Early Christians created All Hallows’ Eve and All Saints Day as a way to infiltrate and influence their culture. I didn’t know trick-or-treating originally had participants going door to door offering prayer, albeit in a misguided sense.
Most importantly, I didn’t know those knocks coming at our door weren’t evil spirits, they were souls. Human souls. People with their own fears. I didn’t know they were my neighbors, who rarely came outside if it wasn’t to take out the trash. I didn’t know they were kids who were ecstatic because their Dad was finally spending time with them. I guess, in many ways, I didn’t know
Jesus is bigger than Halloween.
I’m not trying to imply that there is no evil in what some choose to do on Halloween. When people are so used to seeing graphic and grotesque Halloween decorations, that they don’t recognize the body of an actual person who has died — there’s something wrong with how far our culture has taken the celebration.
I’m not at all saying Christians should let their kids dress up as ghouls or goblins or call upon the dead. I’m not saying we should flippantly enter into Halloween without thinking through what God has asked us to do and the convictions He has placed on our hearts.
What I am saying is our neighbors are coming right up to our doors.
I’m saying anytime we have the chance to gather together with friends and family to celebrate life,
we should take it.
I’m saying we have an opportunity to influence culture.
I’m saying it’s a great opportunity to be in our neighborhood.
I’m saying whether we eat, or drink, or whatever we do, we should do it unto the glory of God.
Even when we’re dressed up as Luke Skywalker
eating a Mars bar.
soli deo gloria