Today marks my third official year celebrating Halloween. I kind of have a love/hate relationship with this day, and I think I always will. I’m not going to get into a debate today on the ethics and theology of Halloween, I have many friends who both embrace and deny it. I do believe it is a special day though. I think that things happen on this day that don’t happen on any other day of the year.
Many different memories come to mind on this day. I remember the dress-up box getting put away, because God knows who would get us if we dressed up on October 31st. I remember being kept home from activities and church groups because of the costumes. I remember our curtains being closed, locked out from the whatever evil the rest of the world was doing. I remember all the candy that I would somehow get a hold of after the holiday was over. I knew there was something magical that I wasn’t getting to be a part of.
Two years ago I went to my first Halloween/harvest party. I dressed as Ragity Anne, and prepared at my friend’s house. I watched her and her current finance’ fight and yell about his drinking habits, and was thankful that I wasn’t getting a ride home with them. The friends I did get a ride home with was lit up with glow sticks and thankful we weaseled our way out of a ticket when we got pulled over.
Last year I made a warm welcome to Halloween at swing dancing and community college. I prepared a killer costume of Deb from Napoleon Dynamite with the help of friends. I organized a group of my friends to go to a special costume swing dance event. Amazingly, the people I spend that night with are some of the friends who have supported me greatly this year.
And this morning I found myself stranded in North Portland, dressed as the corpse bride, to exhausted and scared to get myself home, watching the city go by. I made it to school around noon where I was treated like a celebrity due to my costume and rising networking status. After crashing in a friend’s car, I made to downtown Oregon City where with my theater company we brought in the evening with a bang. Soon I will make my journey back to Portland where I have the best of friends waiting for me to make sure I have a safe and fun night, whatever I need that to be.
To tonight I toast to the people that have stood by me through thin and thin. I toast to those who have been affected by my careless words and behavior. I toast to my friends who are rising above the gossip and rumors in order to keep people safe. I toast to the Lord because he is so good, and I toast the devil because he reminds us how beautiful our God is. The clouds have a silver lining, because the sun is so much brighter. GOD BLESS YOU ALL!