Sunday, November 1, 2015

November 1 – “S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-Superman”

So how about that Halloween this year?  Here in Galveston  we were fighting intermittent rain throughout the trick-or-treat hours, and as a result our visits from creatively-attired youngsters was vastly lower than in years past.  We did run out of the New Testaments we had (around 100) quite early on.  However, we handed out only 303 of the glow in the dark bracelets with the colorful salvation explanation card attached.  Still a large number for such a damp night, I suppose.  And the one little girl made it worthwhile when she raced back out to her parents waiting one the street and excitedly announced, “Look Mommy, we can read!  We can read!”

Our party went on as scheduled.  Seven or eight different families came on into the house for a slice or two of pizza, either before or after braving the harsh elements.  We even had one fellow-worker of one of our home group members join us.  George brought a bagful of special treats for the kiddos who had been welcomed into the Vaughan Sanctuary.  Hope to see George again. 

The costume array was just as varied and creative as ever.  One of our families came dressed as fire fighters.  Well, three of them did.  Their youngest was a Dalmatian.  How cute is that?  The usual quote of princesses made the rounds.  I suppose Frozen must still be a thing.  An angel made her way to the house, as did an astronaut a Panda, several Star Wars beings, one or two police officers, and many superheroes. 

Speaking of superheroes, it has been my tradition over the past few years to preselect one particular costume that is my secret surprise winner.  The kid who shows up wearing that costume receives an extra handful of candy.  The last few years I have to admit my selection has been fire fighters.  Those costumes must be hard to come by, because you just don’t see so many of them.  I had decided to put together two awards for fire fighters this year, just in case.  But before I could even get set up, who should stroll up but a little fire fighter.  His costume was way too authentic to be mistaken for anything else, though.  See, Mikey’s dad is a real live fire fighter.  Works with Nathan.  Mikey is the one who desperately wanted to be a policeman last year.  His dad gave in, but he was pretty embarrassed.  Back into the fold this year, though.  So once I got them ready, one of the awards (a plastic fire fighter hat full of candy and little fire-fighting toy vehicles and bubbles and stickers) went to the son of the family with the Dalmatian daughter.  The other went to a really cute little kid dressed as that dog the fights fires on a TV show.  Don’t know the names.  Sorry.  I did see one other much later in the evening.  May have to go for three next year.  The winner of best costume of the evening, though, went to Hot Dog Baby.  A mom had one of those carriers that places the child in a pouch in front of her.  But in this case, the pouch was a giant hot dog.  Mustard and all.  Cute cute cute.

I adjusted my own costume this year.  Decided to keep it somewhat simpler than the ultimate superhero idea from last year (Combination of Superman, Zorro, Indiana Jones and John Wayne).  This year I wore my superman cape, my knee length red socks, my blue shorts, and the shirt Kel gave me that has all the different logos that Superman has worn over the years.  Nine logos.  Nine esses.  I was S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-Superman.  Gotta say … I really rocked it.

Hebrews 13:20-21 says, “May the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.”


Father, thank you for the 300+ kids we did get to see and share gospel cards and bracelets and Bibles with.  Amen.

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