Yesterday, God gave me something to write about, but I didn’t want to write it, so I didn’t. What do you know: He gave me the EXACT same thing to write about today! I have a feeling, if I don’t write about it, I’ll be asked to tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, until I write, so here we go.
This post will be like tequila: you’ll either love it or hate it, and frankly, I’m not looking forward to the results.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve gone trick-or-treating. It was fun, and because I didn’t grow up in church, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, but when I became a Christian as a grown woman, I heard it was wrong in some people’s eyes (so I decided to not look through their eyes).
For years, I’d been taking the kids out every Halloween, so it didn’t make sense to me to take that away from them. I knew that, in our hearts, we weren’t worshiping any other gods or anything, and I knew demons didn’t just come out on THAT night; they come out every day, so I continued with our holiday, but…in secret, so I wouldn’t be judged.
Instead of ignoring it’s origin, I’ve read about it and concluded that we don’t practice anything dark, by going door-to-door. To me, it’s no different than going trunk-to-trunk. Anyway, in looking up “it’s” origin, I came across some others.
Just about every holiday we celebrate has a connection to darkness. All the time, people proclaim, “Don’t take Christ out of Christmas!” When, actually, He was never in it to begin with, but if we DO celebrate these holidays, I don’t believe we’re becoming the world.
I don’t know.
Tonight, I’ll be taking my kids trick-or-treating, and next month, we’ll be celebrating Thanksgiving, and after that…Christmas. God knows the Truth in our hearts and loves us through our decisions.