COME ON GUYS! SMILE. IT’S NOT THAT DEEP

So . . . I do Halloween. My family does Halloween. We do it because it’s fun. It’s pretend. We’re not worshipping the devil. We’re not doing incantations. And we’re not welcoming and allowing evil in. No one is performing seances or sacrificing anything. We’re just dressing up, eating a buttload of candy, and having fun.

A majority of folks who partake in the day are probably NOT the devil’s spawn, out to unleash chaos and havoc into the world. I mean, we all go to Disney World. We all read Harry Potter. Many have seen some type of magic act. All are fake. All are fiction. All are harmless fun.

Evil exists every day of every year in every country in this world. It just doesn’t manifest itself only around Halloween time. If you’re alive and breathing you know this is true. Just turn on the news. It’s there staring at us all in HDTV. So what’s one day of dress up with some sweets thrown in? Harmless fun.

Combating evil takes more than not answering your door to trick-or-treaters. It takes humility, kindness, empathy, faith, strength, and an ENORMOUS love of God, to say the least. Like I’ve said before, there is another realm where the supernatural battle between good and evil rages. It’s a wicked battle. Been going on for ages. Unfortunately it spills over into the natural, everyday realm. You don’t believe me? Turn on the news. If we understand this, and fight this, Halloween becomes much less of an evil, fearful holiday than it’s made out to be.

Heck yeah there’s folks who dabble in voodoo, hoodoo and other satanic crap. THAT my friends, is very, very real indeed. THAT is evil. THAT is wickedness if used specifically and primarily for evil and wicked intentions. THAT is unacceptable. I know. I’ve seen. THAT my family and I do NOT do.

Listen, I’m not a poster child or the proactive speaker for Halloween, but when kids show up at my door dressed as Wonder Woman and Superman, I don’t see witchcraft. The same goes for the kids who ring my bell dressed as Mary and Joseph. Or Spongebob. Or a fairy princess. Or a nurse. Or a pumpkin. The same goes for my son who put empty cereal boxes on his arms and legs and dressed up as a “cereal killer” one year, lol. Or the year he dressed as a zombie nerd. And guess what? He’s not a serial killer and no zombies showed up. We’re still alive and worshipping Jesus!

Come on guys! Smile. It’s really not that deep.