Last year I got T&T duty with our youngest (our oldest is much happier to trick-or-treat several streets away from us); this year it's Laura's turn. So here I sit & write as costumed children wend their way up the walk to holler the traditional dare (or greeting it is, by now), Trick or Treat!
Because our uphill neighbors are closer to the main street, they get the kids first. And bless their hearts (really, Rich & Ronda!), they're giving out King-Size candybars this year! Which is great if you're a high-metabolism pre-teen or a hyper-active Halloween candy-hauler. But as the Scroogey neighbor downhill who's handing out chintzy fun-size candy bars, the trick's on me. After a half-pound Snickers bar from next door, our half-ounce Baby Ruths look kind of bargain-basement to all but the most clueless of kids.
So not only am I missing out on the fun of being out with the family, I'm also the dad with the bad candy back at the ranch. O well. My spiritual vitality index was needing a dose of humility this week. And there's nothing like an eleven-year-old tricker-treater to do that for you-- when she makes the "L"-oser handsignal to the other pre-teens coming up the drive!
Don’t eat with people who are stingy; don’t desire their delicacies. “Eat and drink,” they say, but they don’t mean it. They are always thinking about how much it costs. Proverbs 22:6-7Ouch!
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If it makes you feel any better Pastor Dan (or Pastor Chicken Little as you are know known at our house..see previous blog entry)Duncan spent Halloween very, very, very sick. The poor little trooper tried to Trick or Treat but told Grandpa after a very few house, I can't do it and headed back home to the couch where he was all week. Between the couch and the doctors office as we try and figure out what is wrong. So I spent Halloween with 1 child, 2 parents and 2 grandparents tending to a sick child and cleaning up what didn't stay down (which is pretty much everything at this point).
Hey Darla, wow, what a hard Halloween for Duncan--and for the grandparents, too!
And speaking of being tricked, I'm guessing either I did a REALLY poor job of communicating the Sunday you visited last-- or that you, as a financial planner, perhaps projected the skittishness of some colleagues & clients onto this very un-panciky clergyman. I don't recall making any sort of chickeny statements--big or little!--but rather some Bible-based references to the Judaic concept of God's sovereignty over life's ups and downs (granted, with a more Calvinist take than usual, but still)
Now, I could be wrong (it happens with great regularity), so if you're adamant about the nickname, at 250 lbs, I'd at least lobby to be called a BIG chicken :-)
Chicken Little as in "the Sky is falling" and no, I don't mind a more Calvinist view of things.
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