A spiritual Halloween?

Robert Morton - Contributing Writer

I remember going trick-or-treating as a kid. It was a blast. Octobers in Wisconsin were generally cold so we had to bundle up in our costumes. Mom and dad bought those plastic masks that everybody wore back then. The air holes were small so, after about three blocks, it felt like you were suffocating. Even with the cold air those masks made you sweat.

Halloween was a blast, though. Trick-or-treating with your friends, getting candy, the scary movies on TV all made for a holiday almost as fun as Christmas. The anticipation of it was just as fun. We all wondered what everyone would dress up as; we planned out the best route to get the most candy; we even told stories about houses we wouldn’t visit because (in our own imagination) the people living there would kidnap us! It was all great fun. I even won second place in our town’s costume contest one year for wearing a woman’s wig, dress and makeup.

Halloween is even more popular today than it was then with people putting up decorations just like at Christmas. Adults have costume parties just as much as kids do. It used to be a kid’s holiday but has now turned into something for everyone.

For me, as an adult, Halloween is a rejection of fear. We can dress up as zombies, ghosts, scary clowns, not because we have a fear of these things but because we realize that the one who lives inside us is greater than the one who is in this world. Evil holds no fear over us because Jesus has overcome it. We are no longer bound by the chains of sin or evil because He has set us free.

Dressing up as ghouls and goblins doesn’t give power to our supernatural enemies, on the contrary, it is a statement of our victory over them through Christ and our confidence in the power of God to save us. So, dress up as whatever you want and recognize the strength of the one inside you.

Rob Morton is minister of First Christian Church Middlesboro. Contact him at [email protected]


Robert Morton

Contributing Writer

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