The fall is upon us here in Northern Alberta.  It is my favorite time of year outside, and the worst time inside.  Yellow leaves, crisp air, and the yearly horrors of Halloween.  Already the pagan orgy of filth and gore has foisted itself upon our retinas, forcing my children to walk around in Canadian Tire and Walmart with their eyes covered to spare themselves nightmares. My heart breaks for their little minds, forced to endure horrors that previous generations had only known in wartime or slavery.  Yet our culture revels in the disgusting ritual, calling it harmless fun for the children.

I will not document the bloody history of the godless rite.  Others wiser than I have written much upon the dangers of Halloween.  Yet many Christians still participate in this vile tradition. The old saints of Ireland must bewail our spineless co-operation with the world.  The cries of murdered children and savaged daughters echo through the corridors of time and condemn our co-operation with this ghastly spectacle from Hell. For the “treasure” of a sack of sugar many Christians allow their minds to be polluted and their children’s innocence to be assaulted.  Brethren, it ought not to be so. O, let me encourage you to abandon the sugar and seek spirituality!  Leave the gore and look to God!

Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

2 Corinthians 10:5 Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;