Last week I took the girls to Evermore to buy party favours for Emmy’s party. Their Halloween display is up at the entrance and you have to walk through it to get into the shop. Angie was fascinated. “Mommy, why is the witch here? What are these scary faces? Who’s that ugly man?”
I had hoped for more time to prepare before having the Halloween conversation with Angie. I’d wanted to read the articles I’d saved. I’d wanted to think my position through carefully before beginning any explanation. I wasn’t ready.
But Angie was.
“It’s for Halloween,” I said. “We don’t celebrate it.”
I explained that it was a night for things like witches and goblins and ghosts. “God doesn’t want us to celebrate these things,” I said. “We celebrate Jesus at Christmas and Easter.”
She seemed satisfied with that answer and didn’t comment on it as we shopped. But on the way home and for the next few days, she repeated her questions as her mind processed what I’d told her.
Then came the inevitable, “Why doesn’t God want us to celebrate witches and ghosts?”
That led us into a conversation about good and evil, and how Satan used to be an angel but then he was thrown out of heaven. That bit of information meant Angie forgot all about Halloween as she pursued a new avenue of inquiry.
“Mommy, why did God throw Satan out of heaven? Is that when he became the devil? Why did he want to take over heaven?”
As I tried my best to keep up with her, she said, matter-of-fact, “God’s in our hearts so He won’t throw us out of heaven.”
A lump in my throat, I could only nod in agreement.
She wasn’t finished yet. “And because Jesus is making rooms for us in heaven.”
Such words of wisdom from such a little girl.
How do you handle Halloween questions?