Hay rides, bobbing for apples, pumpkin contest, candy, music, and games. We called it the “Hallelujah Harvest Happening.” A Christian alternative to Halloween – which we knew to be a night of Satanic celebration.
With the exception of costumes, it was no different than a Halloween party. We just threw in “worship music” and prayers for those filthy sinners going house to house for the Devil’s candy. Looking back it was ironic.
We were refuting superstition by succumbing to superstition. Jesus warriors prepared to battle the forces of Satan should they arise and show their faces in our town. And we claimed that town, and our nation, in the name and blood of Jesus.
It was self-serving, silly, and foolish. We were afraid. We lived in fear that we might accidently hand our souls over to Satan – whether by mistakenly taking the “Mark of the Beast” or worshipping him by dressing up in outlandish costumes and asking strangers for candy.
The only reason I can see for this nonsense is that when we rejected tradition for our own interpretation of Scripture, we filled the void left by the expelling of old practice with superstition and fear. There was no foundation under our feet to allow for the freedom of movement without fear of falling.
I am grateful to be away from such childish nonsense. Every year my family and I get to enjoy Halloween guilt free. We have no fear of accidently falling into Satanic worship by allowing our children to dress up and go out trick-or-treating. I am not worried I’ll accidently let demons into my home by handing out candy instead of religious tracts. Scary movies and ghost stories won’t snatch my soul away.
I am able to enjoy time with family and friends, meet neighbors, and see everyone without the lens of religious snobbery. We do not pretend to be a lost tribe of Israel which must segregate itself from all others.
This time of year is another reminder of why I am glad to have rejected Protestantism to become Catholic.