We were once the creepiest house on the block. The one that the trick-or-treaters used to avoid each Halloween. Every now and then, a few brave little souls would wander unknowingly up to our front door and open their bags, hoping for candy corn or chocolate. But boy, were they in for a trick. Because instead of chocolate, our family would give out Halloween-themed Christian tracts designed just for little heathens. Just seemingly cute little comic strip pamphlets that warned about the fires of hell for all those who don’t ask Jesus into their hearts.
Scary, I know.
The thing is, I was very young when I married, and eager to please my extremely conservative Christian husband, who was quite anti-Halloween. It was not easy for me, as I loved Halloween and all its spooky, twisted fun. I loved the slasher horror films, the haunted houses decorated with cobwebs and fake spiders. I loved getting the chills from listening to dark stories about Ouija board demon possessions and ghostly tell-tale hearts beating within the walls. And every year, I looked forward to seeing the parade of ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties coming up the front walk to beg for candy. 
“Hooray! What imaginative costumes!” I would say, tossing mini chocolate bars in the air. “Chocolate for everyone!”
But as my now ex-husband used to say, Halloween is an evil holiday, and Christians should not participate. Didn’t I know that the Devil was hoping to buy the souls of children for a piece of candy? Didn’t I know that Halloween was chock-full of wicked pagan traditions, like Jack-o-Lanterns and bobbing for apples and divination (Which are apparently worse than the pagan traditions which many Christians follow during Christmas or Easter)?
You did what?!?
“It’s just candy,” I said. “And silly costumes. Is it really so un-Biblical to give out lollipops to little kids?” And so, as a form of compromise, we taped the lollies to those ridiculous religious pamphlets and handed them out to innocent kids. (Today, the very memory of having done that makes me want to hide my face behind a rubber mask in shame).
Later, when we had kids of our own, the strict Biblical rules for some reason ceased to apply to us, and I happily dressed up my children as superheroes and animals and the cutest little serial killers you’ve ever seen, and took them out to Trick-or-Treat. And to this day, they still love Halloween and all its deliciously evil pagan traditions. Especially the chocolate.
Candy. ‘Cause that’s the true meaning of Halloween.
The Girl From Jupiter 
My mother was an “enlightened” christian, a Christian Scientist, who didn’t believe in the icons, the devil or hell, yet her early Lutheran history made her very leery about buying me Orange Julius drinks because they used an impish devil with a pointy tail as its logo. Some things are ingrained in the early mind hard to shake.
Haha! Well, long ago, I used to babysit for a very conservative Christian family who refused to allow their kids to watch the Care Bears, because they seemed to teach that power comes from inside us, instead of from God. All I can do is shake my head and smile, as I would with any difference in culture that seems extreme or outlandish to me. Wow. That’s…different.
I am still a fan of Teletubbies. I would actually watch them for the peace they brought.
*Smiles and shakes head at Carlos* Haha…I’m just kidding. Teletubbies are sweet. 🙂 Very peaceful little alien world.
On Wed, Oct 29, 2014 at 11:31 PM, The Girl From Jupiter wrote:
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I try to be tolerant of religion, I really do. But sometimes the ridiculousness of it is just too much ….
Same. I am mostly tolerant, really. But I am averse to extremes, or when people have very strong opinions which do not leave room for the ideas or opinions of other people. I am also averse to people who preach one thing, then do the opposite.