I always thought Halloween was delightful and charming. I guess I always knew deep down that it had scary roots—either something to do with ghouls and witches, or Catholic holidays. But the freckled, buck-teeth kids interrupting my important sitcom watching hardly seemed sinister. I confess that, I actually found it quite charming to be greeted by the Smurfs, glow-worms, princesses, Darth Vaders, and other beguiling alter-egos salivating on my welcome mat.
Little did I know how dastardly this holiday was. Like a razor blade in a Snickers bar, Satan had impregnated my spiritual life with his malicious influence. How naïve I was to think I could glorify God and enjoy a cultural holiday at the same time. But I’ve been enlightened.
I’m grateful for the plethora of e-mails and blogs I encountered last week that warned me of the noxious effects of Halloween. Who knew that what erstwhile druids touted as flagrant demonic wickedness would one day evolve into something so deceptively cute and harmless.
It piqued my curiosity that perhaps there were other apparently harmless days that were laced with esoteric dangers. Since most of the helpful anti-Halloween rhetoric emphasized the poisonous roots from which the holiday sprang, I began my detective work in the same place—the origins of benign days. To my horror I discovered a day more insidious than Halloween: Mondays!
It turns out that the roots of Monday are as pagan as you can imagine!