Curmudgeon or concerned?

Confusions over Halloween

I have been away for a few days, and on my return I find that some magic has swept through the town where I live, leaving in its wake grinning skulls, witches’ hats, fondant icing mummies and everything in between. The picture below shows a selection of the shop windows I passed on my way into work. They range from the clever to the grotesque, and I have to confess that I struggled a little with the one in the top left hand corner.

In all honesty, I struggle with Halloween full stop.

  • I can remember Halloween nights as a Scout – enjoying simple games like apple bobbing whilst all the while feeling that ‘inside’ was more cosy precisely because ‘outside’ was full of darkness and danger on such a night.
  • I can also remember the times in my 27 years as a Pastor when I have dealt with those who have dabbled in the occult, and seen the dire consequences of doing so. I once had to chat to a teenager who had been reduced, quite literally, to a blubbering wreck by her encounter with a Ouija board.
  • As a friend to the local business community I fully understand why shops feel the need to seize every seasonal opportunity to drive extra trade into their shops. I would even confess to a sneaking admiration for the campaign which urges people to spend in the run up to Halloween so that ours does not become a ‘Ghost Town.’ (“badoom tish”)
  • With every fibre of my being I want to celebrate the light and banish the dark from life and locality.
  • I have read every Harry Potter book and recognise that within the folds of their (beautifully woven) wizard’s cloak they conceal a deeply moral tale.
  • I like to feel that I can walk past the shops above without being a curmudgeon – although that pink-striped babygrow is pushing it.

What do you feel?

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