Contemplative Comics day 80 "SLICE"

I didn’t become a Christian until I was nearly 18. I wasn’t raised in church. I went by myself. I had no idea about Evangelical culture. This was 2001-2002. So when my girlfriend told me that they grew up never trick-or-treating because it was unchristian, I thought they were BONKERS. It’s one thing if your parents just don’t do it. We didn’t always go because we lived in the woods, which meant we had to drive to a neighborhood. So for me, Halloween was a privilege.

No Halloween. No Harry Potter. Not really much of a Santa Claus tradition. The Halloween/Santa Claus dichotomy was always fascinating to me. Like, Santa Claus doesn’t matter to us Christians because he isn’t real and we know the reason for the season. But Halloween is the devil’s night and witches and such!

Anyway, I resolved that my family would do all the fun things I rarely got to do as long as my kids would tolerate it. Its pretty fun.