Why We Don’t Celebrate Halloween
October 23, 2013 140 Comments
It’s not that I don’t like Halloween. I love the fall colors and the trick-or-treaters running up and down the streets, and the yellow glow emanating from jack-o-lanterns. I did a lot of trick-or-treating myself as a kid and I have fond memories of those nights.
But when I got married and I started censoring the sort of movies I watch and cleaned up my mouth (which I’m still working on), I’ve learned that something else in my life wasn’t quite right: I loved Halloween. Now, I wasn’t one of those 20-somethings that knocked on doors for candy, but I did go to the amusement parks to take part of their Halloween nights.
But Sarabeth had a different take on Halloween. Her dog died on Halloween, and the third Halloween we spent together, she got a call from home saying another dog of hers died. But her opposition to Halloween goes deeper than that, and it took a few years for me to understand it.
To break it down, Halloween is nothing more or less than a celebration of everything that is wrong with the world. Whoever pulls off the biggest scare gains fame. Whoever is dressed the ugliest or most horrific gets the prize. We poke fun at the dead, and express our willingness to be dead in the costumes we choose.
Halloween is a celebration of everything that came after the Fall of man. We willingly exchange everything that was good and right and perfect in the Garden for our consequences of the curse. We’re like dogs who can’t get enough of feasting on our own vomit.
Halloween is a night where we spit on what God has made for us and we further twist His good gifts into darker and more sinister depravities.
I still love It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and Will Ferrell’s Bewitched, and candy corn and the smell of a freshly cut pumpkin, and Jack Skelington. I’m not at all against families dressing their toddlers up as Pinocchio and walking them around the block for free candy.
But being made in the image of God and yearning for what’s right and good and wholesome, I can’t consciously welcome any sort of celebration of death into my life, because God never intended death to occur. I won’t rent movies like The Exorcist, or Dracula because I don’t want to fill my wife’s mind with images that God never intended for us to see. (Now, I might suggest we watch Jurassic Park or Signs since that’s scary enough for our tastes.)
But before you get dressed up and go out and celebrate next week, think about what you’re celebrating and why. And for goodness sakes, if you’re twenty-something, please don’t go trick-or-treating. Go to 7-11 and buy your own candy.
And please, please, please tie your dogs up or keep them inside.