Today is Halloween, one of the pagan festivals (poor pagans… blamed for everything) we could not attach religious significance to so is bad. Or maybe just dressing up as scary evil things is bad. Although Wikipedia (the all-knowing source) says that we used to celebrate All Saints Day on Halloween. It would make more sense to me to have observed All Souls Day on Halloween given the undertones of Halloween. Oh well. Actually reading a bit more about Halloween on Wiki, it’s associated with death, magic, monsters, and candy. Maybe that’s why it’s frowned upon. Think about how much better it would be if it was associated with Jesus, praying, and candy.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I enjoy work. Without work, I wouldn’t have mundane events occuring that I can attach an analogy to.

I own two suits. Well actually I own three suits. One doesn’t fit due to my expanding girth (due to my rigorous gym regime, not my vigorous eating regime).   Another of my suits is due for a dry clean, so I’m down to one suit. (I own 2 wearable suits because I’m ‘frugal’ and ‘thrifty’  as opposed to ‘cheap’). Anyone who owns a suit for any period of time will know that extended wear will eventually lead to the suit becoming threadbare.

This happened to the extreme for my remaining suit earlier this week. I don’t know how long those holes had been there, but they were large. The fabric had not so much ripped, but disintegrated after two years of every other day wear. The rest of the day was rather uncomfortable and I was quite self consciously trying to ensure these holes weren’t visible. Now I would have been happily wearing those pants today and other days if I hadn’t noticed the gaping holes (which I noticed quite fortiutously…).

So what analogy can I attach to this. Well, I think the holey suit pant situation can symbolise our lives. Yes, forget about the sands of time, like the holey suit pants, these are the days of our lives.

We can go about of lives going with the general flow of today’s times, oblivious to the extra calling and obligations we have as Christians. And we can happily go about this until someone points out to us the extra things we should be doing. After that, we can continue wearing the holey suit pants until someone catches us out embarrassingly, or make the changes necessary and stand up for what is right and true.

In conclusion, if anyone comes trick o’ treating I’m going to be spraying them with my trusty garden hose because celebrating the bad scary bits of Halloween isn’t very good.

(Just kidding. That would not be very charitable of me.)