About Trick or Treat

I am musing....

about trick or treat

So it is that time of year. This is not really about the holiday. That would be for another post. But as this day approached a thought occurred to me of a spiritual nature.

Satan is a deceiver. He wants to trick us. Each one.

He wants us to mask ourselves with non authenticity. He wants us to try to be somebody we are not. He wants us to try to impress others. He wants us to live a life of lies and deceit. He wants us to hide under the mask of denial (of sin), rationalization and subtle idolatry. He wants us to wear a mask. To live life as a meaningless and dangerous masquerade. He wants to trick us.

But God on the other hand wants us to take off that mask and to allow Him to create in us a new person. He wants us to be real, open, repentant and vulnerable. To come to Him, face to face and heart to heart. To allow Him to have His way with us, day by day....to form us more and more into His likeness.

And in that He will delight. And he will treat us as His beloved, begotten child. He will treat us with blessings and provide us with joy.

It is a matter of trick or treat. And much much more than that.

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