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October 14, 2009
 

Old Mother Witch is coming to town,

riding her broomstick upside down.

a flock of gobblins follow her to play

as she rides to town on a Halloween night

black cats howl- just to be merry

and that’s what makes Halloween so scary.–

So why is it that people celebrate this pagan holiday?

Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in).

The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.

To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.

During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other’s fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.

By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain.

By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1 All Saints’ Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs. It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints’ Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2 All Souls’ Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints’, All Saints’, and All Souls’, were called Hallowmas.

As European immigrants came to America, they brought their varied Halloween customs with them. Because of the rigid Protestant belief systems that characterized early New England, celebration of Halloween in colonial times was extremely limited there.

It was much more common in Maryland and the southern colonies. As the beliefs and customs of different European ethnic groups, as well as the American Indians, meshed, a distinctly American version of Halloween began to emerge. The first celebrations included “play parties,” public events held to celebrate the harvest, where neighbors would share stories of the dead, tell each other’s fortunes, dance, and sing. Colonial Halloween festivities also featured the telling of ghost stories and mischief-making of all kinds. By the middle of the nineteenth century, annual autumn festivities were common, but Halloween was not yet celebrated everywhere in the country. However,

today, Americans spend an estimated $6.9 billion annually on Halloween, making it the country’s second largest commercial holiday.

 

 

 

 

ld Mother Witch is coming to town,

riding her broomstick upside down.

a flock of gobblins follow her to play

as she rides to town on a Halloween night

black cats howl- just to be merry

and that’s what makes Halloween so scary.–

So why is it that people celebrate this pagan holiday?

 

Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in).

The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter.

To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.

During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other’s fortunes. When the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter.

By A.D. 43, Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory. In the course of the four hundred years that they ruled the Celtic lands, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain.

By the 800s, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1 All Saints’ Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs. It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints’ Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2 All Souls’ Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints’, All Saints’, and All Souls’, were called Hallowmas.

As European immigrants came to America, they brought their varied Halloween customs with them. Because of the rigid Protestant belief systems that characterized early New England, celebration of Halloween in colonial times was extremely limited there.

It was much more common in Maryland and the southern colonies. As the beliefs and customs of different European ethnic groups, as well as the American Indians, meshed, a distinctly American version of Halloween began to emerge. The first celebrations included “play parties,” public events held to celebrate the harvest, where neighbors would share stories of the dead, tell each other’s fortunes, dance, and sing. Colonial Halloween festivities also featured the telling of ghost stories and mischief-making of all kinds. By the middle of the nineteenth century, annual autumn festivities were common, but Halloween was not yet celebrated everywhere in the country. However,

today, Americans spend an estimated $6.9 billion annually on Halloween, making it the country’s second largest commercial holiday.

 

 

 

 

 

A Nickel’s Worth Please

February 11, 2008

A Nickels Worth PleaseA Nickel’s Worth PleaseBy

Dewey Maggard

Sure, you could buy a lolly-pop for a penny. It was almost the size of a golf ball. And a double dip ice cream cone for a nickel. I’m speaking of the days of the three cent stamp when you could also buy a post card for a penny. People had time to talk and be neighborly then. Why it was a common thing for many people to walk three or four miles to town, or to a neighbor to listen to the radi. It was of course an all day affair when the whole family went to town in the wagon with a stop over at the old mill on the way, and then stop on the way home to pick up your bag of ground grain. You didn’t need much money, just share with the Miller some of your grain. Well, it was quite an affair, as the h orse drawn wagons would be rattling and squeaking through town the men folk would be waving at one another and while they were hitching the horses, the women chatted and seemed awfully glad to see one another. You can be sure there were some joyful noises as people got out of their wagons. Some had a few dozedn eggs nestled in wooden crates or even tin cans. There were chickens in coops making unyhappy sounds. Milk cans sometimes needed a helping hand to unload.There were shade trees in the town square so it was a pleasant place for people to do their visitiing. Most everyone brought their lunches because coming to town was an all day affair. Of course, there was a deep well nearby where water troughs for the horses and mules were constantly being pumped. Then there was always two or three gourd dippers hanging at the well. Why those folks thought nothing at all of drinking from the same dipper, after-all, many of them were kin anyway.

My daddy had a rubber-tired wagon that he had mad himself and it was the talk of the community. Our mules, John and kate, the prettiest mules you ever saw would trot all the way home. They seemed to enjoy pulling that rubber-tired wagon.

My Grandfather was the Pastor of the church where people came from several miles around to be together on their Sabbath day. They did everything real proper-even foot washing. Some of the deacons would draw water from the nearby creek. these folks all seemed to know how to pray. Everybody always felt good after a big prayer meeting. It was very natural, sometimes just like they might have been talking to one of their friends.

Well, there was a really good swimming hole nearby as I and some other little boys had discovered on the banks of Mr. Lindfel’s field. And dear Mr. Lindfel, he told us boys we could have all the watermelons we wanted just so long as we took them from the first two rows next to the creek. I thought he was awfully generous. And you know what? We would not dare go treading through Mr. Lindfel’s watermelon patch. After all-we had two rows to ourselves. He used to tell us what good boys we were. Why we would help him do anything he asked us to.

I remember there was a grown man who still lived with his parents who seemed to always be loafing. One day, the salesman at the country store asked him why he didn’t work in the fields like all the other men. This man answered very gruff, “Me work- huh! no-sire-ree-my dad’s got six hundred dollars in the bank, I don’t have to work”. He was the only loafer in the community.

There are millions today who are just like this fellow who do not want to work – who want everything for nothing.

So my dear young people, the reason you may hear so much about the ‘good old days’ is probably because they were just that. If you could climb into a time capsule, you would better understand that wistful yearning look in their eyes. They are simply remembering some of the more peaceful times of their youth. It’s true the complexities of today are much different than yesteryear- but don’t forget, it was your predecessors, your parents, who helped usher in the world you are now involved in. So, they understand more than you think they do.

Eventually, you too will find yourselves on a threshhold away from your youth. If and when things may go badly for you, it doesn’t mean nobody cared- it simply means you weren’t listening at the right times. So be kind to your elders and especially8 those loving parents you have.

Yes, it would be nice to have anotehr nickel’s worth of yesterday’s golden era, but today, I must live in today’s world,, and pray not to be a part of it. not to be a partaker of the evil allurements it offers.

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Brass Records of a Tomb

January 28, 2008

Brass Records of a TombByDewey MaggardThirty-three years had passed since His parents had registered for the property tax. By the decree of the Emperor, Caesar Augustus, they had traveled the miles across Palestine to pay the oppressors of their people.

This registration had caused much-heated debate during these inter-vening years. In fact, people had rebelled to such an extent, that the Roman government had to implement special methods for the collection of these taxes. It wasn’t easy to compel these fiercely independent people with their own Divine calling to support the projects and ambitions of the Roman empire—the empire that many considered to be the making of Satan. Didn’t they already pay Temple Tax and bring offerings to the Lord?

The Caesars didn’t care about Jewish religious traditions or their ideas of a Divine destiny; they just wanted these troublemakers to pay their taxes—no matter what method was used.

The chosen method was to put the job of collecting taxes up for the highest bidder. Whichever person, no matter how unscrupulous, bid the highest got the job. These ‘traitors’ used whatever methods were necessary, including execution, to make sure that both Rome’s and their own appetites for revenues were satisfied.

Then, as now, the property tax was an important source of funds for the government. A reliable method for keeping track of who owned what was needed. Not having computer disks to do the job, the Emperor, Vespasian came up with the next best solution—to engrave property descriptions in brass. These records would have the kind of durability he was looking for. Because of this, they also proved to be invaluable to you and me. It has to do with HE who was crucified, you see.

It was Emperor Constantine’s mother, Helena,over 300 years later, who conceived the idea of re-discovering the tomb where they laid our Lord. It was her burning desire to see if such a place could be found. Through her own historical sources, she was able to learn not only of Vespasian’s brass records, but also of where many were kept.

So it was, that she prevailed upon her son Constantine to provide engineers, laborers, and money for an expedition to the ruins of the little town of Capernaum. In time, a record of the properties of Joseph of Arimethea was discovered. On it was the location of a tomb; the tomb that Helena was looking for.

I can only travel there in the vehicle of my imagination, but I do believe that Helena and several generations after her were able to visit HIS tomb without wondering if it was merely the traditional site.

Praise God, the tomb she found was empty. It is because of this fact that I write. He is risen! Every account says that the tomb was empty. It was HE, the man from Nazareth who entered into this world of turmoil and hatred, who conquered death that you and I may be able to escape all these things that plague mankind.

‘He is not here! HE is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.’ Matt. 28:6.

Author’s note; I own some Denarius coins of this Emperor Vespasian. He is historical and did indeed do what is mentioned above. Half of these brass records were buried at Rome, the other half were buried at Capernaum. Helena had access to records that told her this- and it was logical for her to think of Capernaum as the place where Joseph of Arimethea’s property description would be found.

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