Since the Father has opened my eyes, I have begun to see His story of redemption written throughout the holy scriptures, children’s stories and natural creation. Almost everything is becoming clear as a parable of His work — even Halloween!

Halloween cup filled with brown rice
In the darkness of Halloween practices, I can see a good message.

Previously (as recently as a couple months ago), I have been adamantly anti-Halloween. If you’re a Bible-reading, church-attending Christian, you’ll know the standard reasoning. For those who aren’t in that cultural space, let’s just say that I thought my spiritual stories clashed with those that promoted witchcraft, ghosts and costuming.

Halloween is still not very common in Australia despite the marketers’ best efforts. But for the last two years, we’ve had trick-or-treaters knock on our door. And slowly, I’m growing in appreciation for the hidden parable behind Halloween trick-or-treating which shows the beauty of the Father’s redemptive work.

Picture this:

A child is well-loved by his parents, and yet he is given the opportunity to don an ugly mask. He covers his beautiful, innocent face and turns into something he is not. He leaves his warm, well-lit home and goes out into the dark world to meet people and talk with them. Those that he meets are in costume too. But he who is in costume realises that just as he is covering his true inner self, so are others. And so he can relate to the people around them as if they were not wearing masks. Ultimately, the night has to end, so he returns home where he is welcomed by his family. He removes his costume and his mask and regains his rightful place as a son.

Does that sound like the Son of God?

There’s another way of looking at Halloween, which reveals the darkness of our own hearts:

Most of us spend our lives wearing masks. Underneath the disguise, we are true children of God. Out of fear, we feel that we can’t risk an honest state of being. Instead, as we go out into the world, we present ourselves falsely as at the same time we heckle those we meet with a more sophisticated trick or treat line: “Satisfy me or else.” We take what we can before moving on and making the same demands from others. Ultimately, our selfishness is in vain, for we are asking for things that are not beneficial to us, but in our immaturity, it is all we want!

The good news is that when we’re finally done, we go home to our family and our Father welcomes us at the door, greeting us in our horrible masks, and embracing the ghastly costume. He gently removes our masks, and we can once again see ourselves as we truly are — heirs to the Kingdom of God. Then we can start living as true sons and daughters of the Most High.

What was once a scary, anti-Biblical holiday for me in my stuffed-shirt ways has now become a clear matter of freedom to practice or not practice. As a family, we don’t “do” Halloween — simply because it is not part of our cultural upbringing or that of those around us. But now, when my children ask about Halloween, I can share with them the stories of the Father’s love in it!