Confession: This time of year, I cannot go to the store without feeling ashamed for humanity.
I don’t get it. I consider Americans (the ones I meet in my small city) to be humane, civil, and compassionate. What possesses us, that this one month of the year we otherwise-sane human beings suddenly find gore and devilry cutesy?
In the simplest and most innocent of cooking magazines, I find recipes for items that are intended to look like wormy brain, drizzled blood, and severed fingers. Any other time of year, this would be cause for public outcry.
And what’s in the stores is even worse.
Do people shut off their brains every October?
I would love to find a Christian way of responding to Halloween, something that lies between “ignore it out of existence” and “enter right into it, but with the spirit of Jesus.”
One of my single friends talks about the darkness/ spiritual heaviness of spending Halloween alone. I’m considering hosting a night with friends on October 31—especially those who would otherwise be alone: a quiet evening of warmth and joy, with cider and books and games and prayer.
But maybe Jesus’ people should be out in the town that night.
Retiring to our houses and shutting the doors may be more safe than Good. I want to keep our children innocent. But shouldn’t seasoned warriors be abroad?