I’m OK with a bit of fright on Halloween. You know, a scary costume, something jumping out unexpectedly, or leftover Peeps from Easter.
However, having my children ponder their own death and facing the possibility of some absurdly hard-to-please god flippantly sending them to hell was not what I had in mind.
(Pictures taken from a brochure put into my kids’ bags during trick-or-treating.)
Just so you know, all kids need to do to avoid being told “See-Ya!” from Mr. All-Knowing-All-Powerful-And-All-Loving Guy and sent to the furnace is to believe wholeheartedly in the description of his son endorsed by the makers of this pamphlet. And, apparently imitating Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack is also frowned-upon.
Everyone else? Pack burn creme.