I really don’t want to talk about Halloween.
I didn’t manage to prepare anything spectacular (read: anything) to celebrate All Saints’ Day this year.
I do, however, want to immerse my children in the richness of the liturgical year.
I don’t, however, have the energy to come up with any contorted logic about how dressing up as a zombie with bleeding eyes is actually a corking good, theologically sound method of laughing at the devil.
I do, however, let my kids wear costumes involving fake blood, severed limbs and terrifying mustaches, if the spirit so moves them.
I don’t, however, live in Amityville or Sunnydale, so as long as the little temporary pagans don’t show any particular...READ MORE