Scary? Skanky? Spiritual? Happy Halloween

Halloween. For the last ten years or so, I have not even realized when this holiday is upon us. Of course as soon as pumpkins go on sale, like in July or something like that, I buy one. I love pumpkins. I do remember in college when Halloween fell on the same night that the episode of Dawson's Creek came out where Dawson's dad died. I was watching it and crying so hard that my friend Kandi made me hide when the little kids came to her door. She said I would scare them all more than any haunted house in the city. In addition, I remember being in New York on Halloween a few years back. It started snowing, and the locals informed me that the ground would be white until April. I stated I would not survive the winter (much like my unlucky family members on Oregon Trail) and came home as soon as possible.

However, this year, I have actually participated in a few Halloween festivities. Here is a picture of me as Snow White. I couldn't find a little person to follow me around and be Bashful, though.



This is a picture of my friends and I outside of the Bricktown Haunted Warehouse. I hate haunted houses so much that I wanted to eat my head at this point in the night. I did okay until one guy scared me so badly that I yelled, "Get away from me! I will rip your teeth out of your head!" I realized then that I needed to simply pray in tongues until we were done.



Of course my students were dying to have a free day all day long since it is a candy ingesting day of fun. While at the mall, Jenn and I witnessed too many young girls dressed like hookers all in the name of fun. Gotta love those knee high socks and short skirts. Ladies, remember, the guys you want to look at you aren't. The old nasty men in the corner with pit stains are the ones who are remembering you later in the night. Nice, huh?

However, tonight I went to a Judgment House that one of my students was performing in. For those of you not familiar with this concept, it is basically a Christian version of a haunted house. I wanted to go because I love my student, and he invited me. I thought it would be cheesy and not so good. Instead, I left wanting to change the world.

That doesn't mean there wasn't some cheese factor, but I learned a few things. When the actor playing satan is spitting lies at us from his all black hell set, I have an urge to rebuke him in the name of Jesus Christ. But how come when satan tries to send me the lies saying things about how God doesn't really love me or that I will never be pretty enough to be married or whatever the case don't I feel the same need to rebuke with the name of Jesus and with scripture?

I am going to eat the candy that the kids didn't come get. Have a fantastic day, my dear Friends.

~ Steph ~