This is the night, the blackness
The delight six feet under,
Witches make their flame;
You think that’s a game,
Wild wind mocking far,
But no, it is not, they are!
It amuses me because I think if the whole year, people I find, would wear costumes, it would be much easier to talk to them, like talking to clowns.
It delights me being in good mood, even when they come to my house, ring the doorbell, and when I open, I wear that horrible monster rubber face that roars. And they scream. Then I laugh and take off the mask. And they yell: “Put it back! Put it back! Your ugliness is terrifying! “
It’s so great!
Well… The local church got an idea. Not a bad idea. Many people love supernatural stuff, they want something, want to believe in something. Besides, why should the devil enjoy all the fun? So they come out with the “Hallelujah Party -and amusement rides for kids of all ages!” as a substitute for children who traditionally enjoy the Halloween festivities. “Guests can come dressed as Bible characters and let others guess their identity and we will have free candy, carnival games [OMG], face paintings, jumpers, fire dept. pony rides, balloons, cake walk and lot’s of fun… And among all these attractions they featured a Gospel Illusionist.
A Gospel Houdini, a mind-blowing illusion out of the hat, for people that consider abracadabra as taboo, and want Halloween to vanish for its diabolic association with witches, enchanters, charmers, spellbinders, conjurers, thaumaturgies, fortune-tellers, mediums, shamans, theurgists, and wizards, among many other respectable professionals; let alone the idea of the “Hallelujah Party” itself, an event supposed to turn kids away from Halloween. Suddenly magic is OK, if somehow a gospel message is included. Great!
I searched Google, and found that there are quite gospel illusionists. And apparently, very popular among those of John the Baptist -who came neither eating bread nor drinking wine, and you say, “He has a demon.” Bible says … Well, now he has a magician!
Really, I don’t get the point. Wouldn’t magic tricks undermine the supposed reality of the miracles of Jesus? Certainly everyone deserves a miracle. I’ve got several: I’ve never been struck by lightning; neither became the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, nor got terminal ear cancer, even never suffered SHC -spontaneous human combustion. Cross the fingers … I’m realistic, but I’m entitled to my share of miracles!
Nothing surprises me anymore, but this got my attention because miracles are one of the most notable elements of the Gospel. Even being as meatballs -nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear-, either it is water into wine, feeding the multitude, or the resurrection, miracles are supposed to be evidence of the divinity of Jesus.
Throwing spilled salt over your left shoulder to communicate the gospel message seems to undermine the whole concept. If an illusionist can create a delusion, then what to think about Jesus making his way through his miracles?
Children ain’t brainless. At least some little bastards will get the connection, and the spell of doubt will become a mighty conjuration of disbelief.
Houdini’s Gospel – Dugutigui
In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).