Tonight will be Halloween, The Evening of All Hallows, or All Hallows’ Eve. We all, less hallows, know what this means to us. But let’s see what it meant to others, from other epochs, or what it means to others, from other strata. And because all hallows have a Master after all, I gave a google for “Hallowed be Thy Name.”
The first five results took me to Iron Maiden’s song “Hallowed Be Thy Name.” And so I listened to the music and read the lyrics. Memories from college returned with a scent of Camel smoke and a taste of Pinot Noir. I remember how he took my hand, holding it firmly and taking me around with him, out of my tidy room, to science-fiction literary circles, to rock concerts with noisy heavy metal local bands or having us watch truly epic movies with unique bands, such as Iron Maiden.
I was a good girl… until my bad boy snatched me out of my fairy little universe. Hey! From time to time, I try to grab, with a sigh, to the shy epoch when I used to be a good gal. Some of you may notice that I’m still haunted by this nostalgia — especially when my photo sets end up before taking my panties off 😉 I know how boring it may sound to always be good. You gotta play on the bad side once in a while, so that you’ll have a better appreciation of angles when heading up. Oh, never mind calculating your up times and down times, life will take care of this anyway.
From a Christian pedantic perspective, listening to heavy metal music may sound quite rebellious. More so it was regarded from the official communist perspective under which we were born, grew up and formed as adults. Christians or communists, those officially in charge of social systems, those playing with power (and getting drunk of her vile cup) manifested a low esteem for many cultural trends that we cherished as a generation.
Honestly, I’m not impressed by rap music, I don’t find much brilliance in the “Hangover” generation of today. In my opinion, there’s an epic chord in Iron Maiden’s music and — even if trying hard — I can’t find much of it in the more and more pervasive pop culture of the day. Let the youth call me a bigot!
As a Christian, and the wife of a rebel man (this makes me a rebel-woman, look at the photo above and tell me if I’m wrong), I find that the lyrics of “Hallowed Be Thy Name” send an equivocal message. In other words: atheists can make their story out of it (which they probably did), Satanists can draw their conclusions out of it (if they wish) and Christians may find the lost dimension — of this low carnal life of ours — accompanied by the potent path to eternity.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming,
Yes and yes. And yes again. It’s “really” the end of a dream, maybe a crazy dream, so yes again. And yes, you are dreaming, what else is this life if not a dream? With time and space an abstraction made up by our minds.
After all I’m not afraid of dying.
Don’t I believe that there never is an end?
Convict or Crusader, here’s their common ground!
Now comes the twist.
Somebody cries from a cell “God be with you”.
If there’s a God then why has he let me go?
Just letting you go out of this crazy dream, back to Daddy!
And the closing is just magnificent.
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don’t worry now that I have gone
I’ve gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand,
Maybe then you’ll begin to understand
Life down here is just a strange illusion.
If this isn’t Christian thinking, then I don’t know what it is. Google for “Hallowed Be Thy Name” and see for yourself. Don’t forget to listen!
Let’s get back to Halloween. There’s a visible pagan, ugly and dirty spell covering ALL our popular celebrations. Halloween just excels in a frenzy parade of zombie costumes. But Easter was initially about Fertility and Ishtar, a Babylonian idol, and now is sold as the uninvited motif to the greatest event of every year: when we celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord. His birth took place in a late September, but it was officially moved to late December in order to match the newly annexed “electorate” of the expanding church. And I may continue but I digress.
We all know about the tricky play of Halloween. What’s the original and pristine message of All Hallows’ Eve then?
52. And all were weeping and bewailing her. But He said, Stop weeping. She has not died, but is sleeping.
In Luke 8:52, Jesus tells us that, courtesy of Him, we’re not dying but returning to sleep. Sort of like from a “crazy dream.” Then…
8. But if we died with Christ, we believe that also we shall live with Him,
9. knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dies no more; death no longer lords it over Him.”
Paul informs us, in Romans 6:8-9, how and why we cannot die with our true body, even if this casual image of it has to rot. And…
43. Then the righteous will shine out like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. The one having ears to hear, let him hear.
Matthew 13:43 makes it clear what kind of awesome bodies shall we acquire. These go in absolute contrast with the zombie circus of modern Halloween. Death, or the end of this crazy dream, marks the end of disease and filth, of ugliness and corruption. It also marks our path to attaining remarkable bodies of perfection and purity. In the spirit of Halloween, we should wear costumes of whiter than white light and of an outstanding brightness. The fiber optic producers might just seize the moment, who knows when…