I will be honest with you — I don’t get Halloween. I mean no disrespect to those who consider it their favorite holiday, and I know there are some who do. I don’t think every child in a mask is a Satanist. In the devil’s world there are plenty of legitimate bogeymen to chase; I see no need to imagine any extra ones.
I just don’t see the appeal in dressing up as though I were something I clearly am not. It’s weeks of creative thinking, followed by hours of implementation, all leading up to The Big Reveal at your friend’s party. Five seconds of shock and awe — and then you can’t wait to get that pumpkin off your head for good. (Yes, I wore a pumpkin one year, as part of a Headless Horseman costume. Yes, that might have affected my feelings on the subject.)
There are even some who object to dressing up as ethnic groups (i.e., Native Americans), moral degenerates (insert random politician’s name here), and various others. I’d say they have a point. If someone thinks I’m belittling their existence or honoring perversity, maybe I should think twice about that. I don’t want to be associated with anything disreputable.
Besides, it would interfere with the other “costume” I am trying to wear.
When I was baptized into Jesus, I put on a new set of clothes (Galatians 3:27). Remember the old ghost costumes the creativity-deprived trick-or-treaters would wear — just an old sheet draped over the entire body? That’s what being “clothed with Christ” means. It’s still us on the inside, but all we show to the world, at least in principle, is Jesus.
Clothing ourselves with Christ — or crucifying ourselves with Him, if you prefer the imagery of Galatians 2:20 — means more than just wearing His name. It means adopting a lifestyle, a values system. I must be “in character” at all times — and be perceived as such, so far as is within my control, by everyone who sees me. That will involve bearing with a little short-term discomfort occasionally. But if the apostle Paul can abandon his old “look” entirely and not miss it in the slightest (Philippians 3:7-8), I’m sure I can find a way to make it work.