Halloween has come and gone, Lord, and the scariest thing I saw was not the spooks. It was the all the people who got spooked by the spooks.
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Here in town some of my esteemed colleagues forbade members of their congregations to celebrate Halloween because they claimed it was Satanic and pagan.
All that left me kind of confused, Lord. I didn’t see how it could be both Christian and pagan. So I went ahead and gave candy to the trick-or-treaters like I’ve always done and hoped my jack-o-lantern didn’t turn any of the cute little kids into Druids or devil-worshippers. I decided not to let pagans or paranoid Christians steal my holiday.
What I’m saying, Lord, is that it’s hard for me to get as uptight as some folks seem to think I ought to be. And I notice that our city’s best leaders react the same way to some of the crazy crises people conjure up to fuss about in these chambers.
Thank You, Lord, for commissioners who don’t panic and run every time some anxious citizen screams, “Fire!”
In a few days, Lord, Thanksgiving will be here. And I fully expect some preacher somewhere to rise up and warn his flock that cranberry sauce and turkey dressing were first eaten by sun-worshipping savages and therefore must be removed from Christian tables.
At the same time some anti-Thanksgiving do-gooder in
And, Lord, I plan to ignore all the hullabaloo and go right on eating my turkey.
Dear God, grant our commissioners the wisdom to be just as deaf to the protests of those who would divert them from common sense and solid accomplishment. In the Name of Your Son. Amen