For some of us, Halloween brings up wonderful memories filled with family, friends, community, candy, and fun. Others feel the night came straight from the devil and cannot be redeemed.
I’m not trying to start a fight, nor join one. I am merely saying any night that brings neighbors to my doorstep feels pretty redeemed to me.
This is the first time in many years we have lived in a neighborhood that has trick or treaters. I’m hoping the forecast of snow doesn’t keep them away, because I share the same philosophy as Pastor Cleveland in my novel The Marvel House. When someone asked him if people who love Jesus can celebrate Halloween, here is what he said:
“Well, I know some people get pretty worked up over it, worried about the pagan roots and all that. But, over at the parsonage, my dad and I turn on the porch lights, bring out a big bowl of candy bars, and just get a kick out of all the neighborhood kids dressing up as Spiderman and stuff. I figure it’s good for kids to see the preacher being a regular guy now and then. Maybe they’ll feel like they can come talk to me when their superhero powers fail them someday.“
Amen, brother. Pass the Snickers.