It’s All Hallows’ Eve!

I’ve never jumped on the bandwagon of fighting Trick-or-Treat. I have no problems with Christians who do. I suppose we are not all called to fight the same battles.

Tonight you will find me in our neighborhood driving my John Deere riding mower, pulling a large cart with six grandkids in it. They will be costumed as cute creatures of an imaginary world – probably no demons or darkness. Their mothers are all children of the Light. They’ll go door to door in our neighborhood because our neighbors give out better candy than their neighbors. And because it is a family tradition. It is also tradition that I, the designated driver of these six  2-to-10-year-olds, get all the Snickers. They usually tip me with one or two, but I don’t believe they have yet been converted to total obedience to the law that all Snickers belong to Papa. Please join me in praying for them.

And then the next day, we remember the saints and celebrate All Saints’ Day. Our parents and grandparents, the people from the church who graced us with love, and the odd ones who never seemed to be entrapped in the glitz and glitter of a dark world. We recall their names and give thanks to God for their lives.

My prayer is that the people costuming and hauling kids around on All Hallows’ Eve night will become the same people that are remembered the next day when they are gone.