I have pumpkin carving issues. Itís gotten to the point where my family lets me carve the eyes, the nose, and the hole in the top but Iím not allowed to get within a Butterfingerís length of the mouth. The scary grin is off limits because for the last couple of years Iíve mistakenly cut off the teeth and weíve ended up with a toothless, geriatric Jack-O-Lantern. Itís not exactly spooky looking unless youíre hoping for a set of dentures in your Halloween candy bag or you have an irrational fear of Bart Simpsonís grandfather.
I actually like Halloween but I know some Christians donít share my attitude — something about it being satanic in nature. I think itís a lot of fun and not just because free candy is the best kind. Plus how can you say something is evil with so many devilishly cute kids running around with such joy?
But beyond the mounds of candy corn and fake spider webs, All Hallowís Eve has Christian roots and is thus a great teaching opportunity. The day we dress up and trick-or-treat is steeped in the ancient Christian feasts of All Saintsí and All Souls Day. Thereís a great tradition of mocking death — hence the ghoulish costumes — as we stand in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
On All Saintsí Day (November 1) we remember the great saints of the church who have come before us in the faith and continue to inspire us — those ďBig SĒ saints like St. Francis and St. Mary. On All Souls Day (November 2) we remember those whom we have loved and lost in our own lives — those ďsmall sĒ saints like Uncle Frank and our sister Mary.
So whether youíre dressed up as Miley Cyrus or Ted Cruz, youíre participating in a ritual that transcends the surface plane of life, speaks to something deeper, and reminds us that we are all connected to one another in what Christians call the ďcommunion of saints.Ē In other words, itís mostly about our faith in God but the sugar high canít help but contribute to the joy of the human-divine connection.
My boys are at the age where theyíre torn between participating in a ďchildishĒ ritual and the allure of free candy. Whether they go out trick-or-treating on Halloween will likely be a game time decision based on what their friends are doing.
Unfortunately theyíre now much too old for me to engage in one of the greatest scams going — trick-or-treating with an infant. I remember my eldest sonís first Halloween Ė he was four months old. We put him in a homemade strawberry hat someone had given us and I dressed all in white; together we were strawberries and cream. People thought Ben was so cute (they ignored me) they would fill up his bag with candy. Of course, since he was too young to eat it, I was forced to keep it for myself which meant that I was literally stealing candy from a baby.
As for me, sometimes after the rush of trick-or-treaters dies down I stand in the doorway with my toothless Jack-O-Lantern burning bright, reflecting on what was behind all those costumes that traipsed up the front steps. If you took away the masks and hoods and dyed green hair youíd find something greatly resembling a saint. I donít mean that the saints we honor in stained glass ever rubbed soap on car windows or engaged in other ghoulish pranks, but they were all human beings just like you and me. They werenít super-human, they were simply super humans who put† their faith at the very center of their lives.
I hope you enjoy the festivities this year and avoid the house I best remember as a kid — the neighborhood dentist who handed out toothbrushes instead of Twizzlers.