I cannot remember the last time I went trick-or-treating. When I was in 8th grade, I stopped celebrating Halloween in favor of the all-church Harvest Festival – since that was around the time that I entered my semi-fundamentalist, evangelical apologetics phase (Colorado West Christian School will do that to a child). Not only was Halloween believed to be the Devil’s Day, but I was convinced that evolutionism was Public Enemy #1, that anyone with a Darwin fish on their car was headed straight for the fiery furnace, and that if we could just find Noah’s Ark, Christianity would be proven once and for all.
I also had a lot of thoughts swirling around the “behemoth” described in Job 40, and decided that mention of it was proof that man and dinosaurs existed at the same time. I would debate anyone on the subject; for some odd reason, it seemed an important pillar of my Christian faith. Huh.
But wait. Is it 1995? Am I wearing over-sized flannel shirts? Is O.J. on trial? No. It is 2008 – a new age, a new era. And years ago, I let go of my über-conservative ways, and became the hellion that you now know and love. Go pastor’s kids!
All that is a preamble to say: this year, I was all about Halloween. As the Devil With the Blue Dress On for a party last weekend, and some sort of a cat last night (leopard? LOLCat? Stuff On My Cat? who knows…), I got into the costume thing. But the most fun was trick-or-treating with Josh, Meg, and Josh’s two boys. Blaine and Drake were spiders, and Meg handmade some boss webs out of pipe cleaners. I had fun trailing them and taking pictures.
October was my favorite month in Nashville so far – I feel like I’m starting to hit my stride. I am grateful for my friendships, the opportunity for adventures, and duh – the cooler weather. Welcome, November. I’m excited for what you hold.