On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree by the cemetery fence. One day two boys filled up a bucket with pecans and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
“One for you, and one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy.
Several were dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate.
Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”
He just knew what it was. “Oh my,” he shuddered, “It’s Satan and the Lord dividing the souls at the cemetery.”
He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
“Come here quick,” said the boy, “You won’t believe what I just heard. Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up souls.”
The man said. “Beat it, kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk?”
When the boy insisted, the man hobbled to the cemetery.
Standing by the fence they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.
The old man whispered, “Boy, you, you’ve been tellin’ the truth! Let’s see the devil himself.”
Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of Satan.
At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. And one last one for you. That’s all.
Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence, and we’ll be done.”
They say the old guy made it back to town 5 minutes before the boy.
Are you afraid of ghosts?
Don’t be. Be afraid of men rather than ghosts.
I’ve been fooled, swindled, cheated, deceived and taken advantage of by men but never by ghosts.
My Bible tells me to resist even the Devil himself and he will flee from me.
It’s human beings we need to be careful about.
Halloween is coming. I don’t exactly like it.
Movies, television and cable stations begin to show all those creepy, scary and mindless little movies about ghosts and monsters scaring the living daylights out of our kids and messing up proper theology. Having fun in one thing but to begin to espouse a certain kind of belief because of it is another.
Here is a short discourse on its source and history.
A long time ago, the ancient pagan Druids of Great Britain began their year on the first day of November. On the eve of the last day of the year the ghosts, the spirits and the witches were supposed to have had their last fling of the year. And the Druids built bonfires to scare them away. The Roman Catholic Church, in the 700’s, set aside the first day of November for honoring all saints. It was called “All Saints Day.” The evening before became known as “All Hallow’s Eve.” Thus the custom of the pagans and the celebration of the church were combined into the holiday we now call Halloween, and it’s celebrated on the 31st day of October.
The children of Scotland were the first to use jack-o-lanterns. And the Irish started the custom of going from house to house to ask for food and money. But it was the Americans who originated the playing of pranks. If given a treat, there’d be no trick. Their cry was, “Trick or treat!” And Filipinos, the perennial copycats that we are celebrate Halloween too without understanding.
What bothers me is the theology behind.
The Bible says that it is appointed for man to die once and then comes immediately, the judgment. So it’s either the eternal microwave oven or eternal presence with the Lord Jesus Christ. No in-between-creatures.
And this is why I’m not afraid of ghosts. It’s really the men I did business with that scared me. Funny but when I get around to think deeper on this. It just occurs to me that they look scarier than the ghosts too. Especially when they’re cheating in business.
Trick or treat?