
Last night was Halloween. While I’m not into the whole sinister climate that sometimes surrounds the evening, I must say I really enjoy the delight in little children’s eyes as they go house to house proclaiming, “trick-or-treat.” We live in one of those destination neighborhoods where families from all over the area drop off their kids. Even the parents in the neighborhood dress up.
It may not be the what Jean-Pierre Médaille and the first Sisters of St. Joseph had in mind when they spoke of reaching out to the Dear Neighbor without distinction, but it certainly is an opportunity to be neighbors and welcome the every kind of neighbor. There were wizards and winged creatures, princesses and pirates, transformers, superheroes, and even a human ketchup bottle!
A part of me wonders what happened to all hallowed eve when my mother dressed me up as Joan of Arc in a cardboard suit of armor all painted silver. I could barely move! Although it’s not the same as it was “back in the day,” it’s good to know there are still neighborhoods where young and old can feel welcome to use their imagination and enjoy the wonder of being a child.