Our Halloween went really great! We had a great time at our school carnival on Friday and then at our church party on Saturday, followed by our trunk or treat. Somehow, in my head, I thought there would be trick or treaters out on Saturday. Weren’t there last time Halloween was on a Sunday?
But there weren’t. Not a one. So, my kids had to suffice with the GIANT load of candy that they got from the trunk or treat (by far more than they would’ve gotten if we’d just done our neighborhood).
Honestly, I don’t like to think of myself as that different because I’m Mormon. Sure, I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs — but there are PLENTY of people out there that don’t do those things.
But I do believe one of our main ideologies that is setting us apart is keeping the fourth commandment:
I do really like how our church puts it on their website:
In this day and age, Sunday has started to feel like any other day. Many of us have to work, and after that we try to get everything else done that we didn’t get done on Saturday. It seems like the weekend feels busier than the rest of the week. But Sunday, or the Sabbath, is a time to worship God and to give us a break from our day-to-day obligations. After creating the earth in six days, God set the seventh aside as a day of rest and remembrance. On Sunday we can spend time with friends and family, visit the sick or lonely, spend extra time studying the scriptures and go to Church. At Church we sing, pray, and discuss the gospel with the other members of the congregation and we also take the sacrament in remembrance of the Savior. At Church Mormons participate in the sacrament by eating bread and drinking water that was prepared to symbolize the body and blood of Jesus Christ. We can take that time to meditate on how Jesus Christ can help us and think about how we can live more like Him in the coming week.
Besides giving us a rest from the stresses of the workweek, keeping the Sabbath day holy shows respect for God and reminds us to slow down our busy lives to give thanks to our Creator. Sunday is a day to look forward to, one when we get to enjoy the things that really last.
We don’t shop, we don’t eat out, we don’t go to parties, we try not to do anything that would make anyone else work (we avoid visits to the doctor on Sunday, but obviously those things are sometimes a need).
And honestly, I don’t think much about it. I do feel heartsick when my kids are invited to the 10 millionth Sunday birthday party, and of COURSE it’s at the jumpy place and of COURSE it’s on a Sunday so they can’t go. I feel that pain. I really do. Sometimes I want to give in, but I slowly come around to the greater picture.
I guess part of me feels saddest for people who don’t get that day. I mean, nothing fills up my “tank” more than being around those I love and deciding to keep God in my heart during the week. But, to each their own and it’s not like my kids missed out on anything by not going out last night. I hope they realize that having God with us is a mucher greater treat then anything anyone was passing out. Unless it was glow-y necklaces, and that, of course, would be a close second. 😀