It is Halloween Eve. I know that for some, Halloween is not a real holiday; not a day to party or celebrate or even speak of.
I am privileged to have been reared in a home where I was taught about the love of Jesus. I began my church-going when I was a mere eight days old. Everything “church” was what my life revolved around; Sunday school, bible quizzing, church camp, teen choir, youth group activities, revival services and vacation bible school.
But…we did trick or treat, every year. I remember well my mother making us costumes. That is costumes for six children! Occasionally she would literally sew something. Often she would put things together and come up with an outfit. She was creative in that way. Still is.
I have a few favorite outfit memories. One was a gypsy. I wore a long, printed skirt with a white blouse and black vest. Mama also made me a cute little bandana to tie around my head. My favorite part was that she sewed lightweight, gold curtain rings to the bandana in order to give me “gypsy earrings”. Thus began my love of earrings. What a pagan.
Another favorite costume was an Indian princess. Somehow Mom came up with a tan, suede fringy outfit. My hair in low braids hung over each shoulder. Headband across my forehead and a feather in the back. Perfect.
Halloween for me was always associated with creativity, pumpkin carving, family fun and pouring out a pillow case full of candy on the living room floor. I would take in the beautiful scene before taking in the beautiful taste.
I may be naive.
Evil is in our world. That is blatantly and painfully obvious. It is here always. And always it must be fought with the full armor of God; the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the shield of faith and the helmet of salvation.
I am not sure we can hang all of the world’s evil on one day. But if that is true, I will choose a costume with the above named accessories.