Every year, without fail, someone writes a long, poignant, and pointed list of reasons why they hate Halloween and why you are EVUL for celebrating this god-forsaken holiday with all it’s culture of death and glorification of witchery stuff.
Photo Credit: Dillon Stone www.internationalbror
Frankly, I tend to agree and we, the husband and I, strongly dislike Halloween. The cultural obsession with it is weird. It really is, no matter what your take on it. I mean, the candy corn is awesome, but isn’t that all harvest-y and not just grotesque?
I could just end right there all filled with this personal brand of self-awesome and justifiable personal goodness while I listen for angels and beatification.
The Garden Tomb, Jerusalem
If I weren’t so lazy and hated putting links together, I could list for you all the ugly that happens on Halloween. In response, I’m sure you could share all your carefully printed and folded tracts put in brown paper bags with a tiny piece of candy and a small cross, or why you have the freedom to do this Thing and I am a Pharisee for judging you and wanting to deprive your children of the Joy of this Cultural Experience. Then, after arguing our points until we were blue in the face, we’d sit in our corners and pout, each believing the other is somehow deranged and not really hearing our point.
Because, if they really heard us.
So, instead of that argument, perhaps we could just, briefly, examine what it is I have found myself doing through the years…
Stateside, it was not uncommon for me to turn off the lights and disappear during Halloween. Curtains drawn and porch light off just in case someone’s poor misinformed child came to my house dressed as one of the walking dead and I’d have to explain:
“No, honey, we don’t celebrate this awful pagan ritual you get so much joy from experiencing.”
Because, holy smokes, Batman, that’s awkward.
Jesus didn’t call me to do awkward, right? He called me to perfect moments and soft lighting while angels sing and the Spirit just inundates us in a glow of sparkles and unicorns.
Old City Market – Jerusalem
Except that He did. Call us to awkward faith, sometimes.
Ok, almost all the times.
But, see, I decided NOT to show up for that awkward conversation.
So, now, in a world where Halloween is not quite as exciting as it is over on pagan shores like your neighborhood, I am surrounded by folks who would just about lose their black hats in a fit of holy indignation at the thought of doing something like All Hallow’s Eve. Here, on the stones of an ancient holy city, I find myself warring with myself not because of some celebration I don’t agree with, but the mindset that tells me it’s ok to close my door and pretend there aren’t people outside who need light.
Mahane Yehuda Market, Jerusalem Photo Credit: Isaac Stone – www.internationalbrofari.com
Jewish Quarter, Old City, Jerusalem
So, what’s your take? Do you shut yourself in? Walk out and about looking like everyone else? Try to celebrate, but not really?
Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll join me in looking for opportunities to let God’s brilliant and beautiful light shine on one of the darkest nights of the year?
If you don’t know Jesus?
It’s always darkness.