GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
It's not that I hate Halloween.
It's just that, well, I .... hate.....Halloween.
It may all stem from the time when I was a little girl dressed as Cinderella (as were 48 million other little girls in 1974, BTW) and a mean old lady (I think of her as Cinderella's step-monster) refused to give me candy because she said I'd already been to her house. For the record, I had not.
Incredibly hurt that someone would call me a liar, I said, "No, ma'am I promise, it wasn't me!" Again, there were about four thousand of us dressed in the same dress and mask within a 5,000 square foot radius, let alone the entire neighborhood.
Afraid that he might be bumped over to the bad list because he was standing next to questionable me, my FORMER friend David ("Divvy" back then) threw me right under the bus. "Yes, yes it was her!" he said, shoving me to the side. The step-monster screamed, "I knew it! Get off my porch!"
Hmpf. Some Prince Charming HE turned out to be. No popcorn ball...or any other kind...for THIS Cinderella. #meanoldlady
Anyway, so began my love/hate relationship with Halloween. Read all about it my Sunday column "Halloween: A Patrician Horror Story." #shudder
Rom 6:19-23 ... For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Responsorial Psalm Ps 1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6 R. (Ps 40:5) Blessed are they who hope in the Lord. Blessed the man who follows not the counsel of the wicked Nor walks in the way of sinners, nor sits in the company of the insolent, But delights in the law of the LORD and meditates on his law day and night. He is like a tree planted near running water, That yields its fruit in due season, and whose leaves never fade. Whatever he does, prospers. Not so the wicked, not so; they are like chaff which the wind drives away. For the LORD watches over the way of the just, but the way of the wicked vanishes. R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.