Monday - October 31, 2022

Dan Peeler

SCRIPTURE


1 John 4.18


There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.

WORDS OF HOPE


In all my years as Minister to Children, I have enjoyed many joyful Halloween Sunday celebrations and Trunk or Treat events. Halloween-Party-Sunday attendance was second only to Easter, often exceeding 100. Now, Trunk or Treat even surpasses that, with the whole neighborhood’s participation.


Halloween, like so many of our yearly holidays is shrouded in mystery as to the origins of its purpose and traditions. I always enjoyed asking the children what the true meaning of what Halloween was to our enthusiastic groups of costumed children. The answers were as colorful as their costumes: “It’s free candy day!” “It’s dress-up day!” “It’s trunk-treat day!” “It’s the Devil’s Birthday!” 


The Devil’s Birthday? Some children have been gravely misinformed by superstitious relatives. My replies to all the other definitions were usually, “That’s one way of seeing it,” but not to this one. We quickly moved that answer to the top of the list of what Halloween is not. Unsubstantiated superstitions and fear have caused the leadership of many churches to be so squeamish about the holiday or even saying the word “Halloween”, that they cloak their events with names like “Harvest Festival” or “Pumpkin Patch Party” or “Fall Follies”, never calling it All Hallows’ Eve or Halloween.


The truth is, All Hallows’ Eve is a Christian holiday. Abbreviating Hallows’ Evening to Hallow-e’en still reminds us of what the holiday is all about. It is the evening before All Saints’ Day. Saints are considered to be Hallowed or Holy. This is the eve of their Feast, which many churches observe as a solemn but celebratory day of remembrance. 


Now, let’s consider the origins of all the traditions we still preserve, usually without having a clue as to why: 


Costumes: In the Middle Ages, the villagers would dress in outrageous, scary regalia and make lots of noise to clear the area of evil spirits or demons and cleanse the way for the following day’s entrance of the Saints. 


Candy at the door: The upper-class would award gifts of a baked confection called Soul Cakes to costumed children who knocked on their door in exchange for the children to pray for their prosperity now and their immortal souls later.


Carved Pumpkins: The Jack-o-Lantern is based on an Irish folk tale about a man named Jack whose double-dealings kept him out of both Heaven and Hell and who still wanders the earth with a Lantern originally carved from a turnip. In the United States, the turnip was replaced by the much larger pumpkin, much to the delight of pumpkin farmers everywhere. The original Jack-o-Lantern was a symbolic reminder to live honest and generous Christian lives- or else!


These and countless other Halloween traditions reflect the Medieval fear-based origins that we still recall as we carry our lighted pumpkins door-to-door for treats and dress like ghosts, goblins, and politicians. The important lesson of the holiday is that there is truly nothing to fear on this evening because it is our yearly reminder of November 01, and the power of love demonstrated in the lives of the Saints, including the living saints in our own lives.


In the spirit of that joyous love, Happy Halloween!


PRAYER


Loving, God, may the traditions of Halloween help us to remember that this is an evening to have no fear of the evils of the world, which are powerless over your perfect love.


DEVOTION AUTHOR


Dan Peeler

Order of St. Francis and St. Clare



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