In our modern, Levittown neighborhoods, the houses are close together but the people are far apart. In fact, my neighbor’s home is a mere 18 feet from mine, yet it took three years for me to finally learn his name. And what did it take to bring us together? A couple of kids and some candy.
Halloween is the most welcoming night of the year; a night when the entire neighborhood opens their homes to one another; a night when I am received on my neighbor’s porch, and he on mine. And what is the church’s response? We lock our doors, turn out the lights and, like Linus waiting in the pumpkin patch, make an annual fool of ourselves.
You want grace? You want salvation? You want some Skittles? You have to come to us and get it. Sadly, the church’s event-based strategy of evangelism has reinterpreted the Great Commission from “Go and Make” to “Come and Get”. Drawing a crowd is the end that justifies our programmatic means.