Halloween Prayers for Our Neighbors

One of the things I enjoy most about Halloween is getting to greet all of our neighbors right on our own doorstep. Throughout most of the year, our quiet neighborhood is, well, quiet! We might get to wave at a neighbor or two when taking out the trash, picking up the mail, or taking a walk, but that’s about it. On Halloween, though, the neighbors all come out and visit each other. I get to greet the children, tell them how cute or scary or beautiful or funny they are, and give them candy which brings smiles to their faces in exchange for the smile they put on my own. I get to say Hi to all their parents and wish them a happy evening. I get to laugh as our dog attempts to go home with every child who comes to the door. (She just wants to join in the fun!) Halloween may be known for the scary stuff, but I think it’s just a great opportunity for everyone to be extra friendly!

As we greet trick-or-treaters this evening, let’s remember to whisper brief prayers for them, too. We may pray for our neighbors in general throughout the year, but, on Halloween, we can pray for them specifically as we see their faces, greet them, and offer sweet treats. If you don’t participate in this aspect of the day, that’s alright. You can still pray for the families you see through your window or hear walking down your street. Your prayers that they’ll come to know Jesus if they don’t already and that they’ll grow healthy and strong both physically and spiritually may be the best treat they’ll never know they received.

Father, bless all the trick-or-treaters and their families tonight. Keep them safe and help them have good, clean fun. Thank You for this opportunity to see neighbors who usually stay in their homes. Help us remember to pray for them not only tonight but every day of the year. May they come to know You well and grow in Your love each day. Thank You, Lord! Amen.

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(The original version of this post was published by Janet at WildflowerFaith.com on 10/31/2013.)

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