Happy Halloween, Reformation Day, All-Saints Day, etc.! Goblins, vampires, witches, ghosts, skeletons, and graves mark the night of every child’s Halloween, right? Not for some. When I was growing up, our church banished Halloween and replaced it with Reformation Day. Instead of celebrating those demonic, devilish creatures, we dressed like monks, pilgrims, pumpkins, and characters from our favorite Bible stories. We played games and cake walked our way through the different rooms in the church, and we heard about Martin Luther and how he began a reformation which paved the way for Protestants to worship and believe differently than the Roman Catholic Church. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel gypped: I still got my candy. And I actually love that because my parents had no money I was Jonah IN the whale and a classic version of an Indian (thank God for Mom’s mad sewing skills). My parents and their friends followed their convictions, and I think that’s great. But I do feel that sometimes it’s nice to reconsider our convictions. Check out the following articles from Ransom Fellowship. They consider both the origins of Halloween and the church’s place in history: Halloween: Magic and Monsters: Discernment Exercise http://www.ransomfellowship.org/articledetail.asp?AID=492&B=Michael%20Metzger&TID=8
and Halloween: A Distinctly Christian Holiday http://www.ransomfellowship.org/articledetail.asp?AID=370&B=James%20Jordan&TID=7
Whitney Hale serves as a reader for Ruminate from 2007-20010. She received her BA in English from Liberty University and is currently working for the fundraising arm of St. Jude Children's Research Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. She writes in her free time for a few organizations and is a strong believer in the reconciliation of people from all places, races, and backgrounds. She is still madly in love with her high school sweetheart whom she married at the ripe old age of 19 and they have two toddler boys who are 19 months apart.
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