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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