deeply disturbing


One of my daughters recently posted this picture while visiting the US. I was in total shock. Halloween has stealthily crept upon the scene here in the UK (No it is not a British tradition quite the opposite!) but I had no idea of the scale it had been perpetrated in the USA. Don’t get me wrong I’m a great advocate of dress up parties even working for a while as a face painter, but this I found disturbing.

I questionioned astonished, “why would any mentally sound person want to put on such a macarbe display?” It was beyond my conprehension. The usual defence of halloween is “It’s just for fun!” I find that even more disturbing that such things can be thought of as “fun”. So what is the real reason for the fascination people have for evil? Why do people choose to watch horror movies etc? I couldn’t understand it at all.

Then a still, small voice whispered in my ear. “Are you really so innocent of such things?” I thought back to the time before I came to know Jesus, recalled a kind of morbid curiosty I had in my teens to read weird or even macarbe comic books etc. In every case there was no second reading only repulsion, but never the less a fasination was there. Can I say now I am cleansed from such things? Searching my heart I find still the seeds. When reading a news report of some major tragedy, earthquake, shooting etc. while appaulled and full of compassion for the victims, there is a certain part that tallies and compares the score, is this the biggest, badest yet?

It seems an inborn part of man this morbid curiousity, a facination for evil, a part of original sin perhaps, build into our DNA? No, I cannot throw stones at the family that made this display and thought it fun, for the seed lies in my own heart in some deep dark corner resisting still the light of Christ. Yet it disturbs me that at this time of year it is given leeway to walk abroad so blatently. Perhaps it is more apparent to a stranger who lacks familiarity.


I’m not really a kill joy, honest!



I like to have fun as much as the rest, and have been known for some pretty zany antics (I rest my case on my affinity with teenagers and young people. Lol!) However, I find more and more a need to “draw the line” about some things. My latest being the encouragement to read/watch horror books/movies given to primary/secondary children by their teachers (and it seems UK national curriculums).

It began when I discovered a slip in my grandson’s bag saying, if his parents didn’t want him to watch the PG movie “A series of unfortunate events” please return the slip signed by tomorrow.

My hackles rose at that, because for sure it should be the other way round. Parents should be asked permission for them to watch, not given a last minute option to opt out – guaranteeing their child a very embarrassing time should they choose to do so.

Waving my “parental rights” banners I asked my younger daughter her opinion on the movie as I hadn’t seen it. She confirmed it was a bit weird and questionable.

My grandson said, “that one’s not so bad,” and proceeded to show me clips from  the movie “Correlina”   a book on his reading project that some of his friends had begun, then not wanted to read due to the gruesome text and pictures (I must add these two are the class “cool guys” not milksops).

I asked his mum about the book and she said she’d heard and told him not to read it. Seeing the content I was shocked. Why are schools promoting these things? No wonder so many kids turn out weird! My 17 year old granddaughter (who definitely comes under the “cool liberal” category) added that it’s worse in secondary school and 15/16 year olds are frequently shown 18+ horror and due to the curriculum have no choice to opt out.

When my kids were doing Eng. Lit. O levels I questioned why they chose such depressing books, (there’s so much good stuff!) but it seems it’s far worse now. Me, being me, a tactful letter went off to the head yesterday (tact works better than rant lol!) asking an explanation. (I noted she hastily phoned the parents before showing the movie – that point at least went home).

The book I suspect to be on a national reading list, but again, me being me, I’m considering doing some post-Christmas research as to what books are on these lists and maybe starting a few petitions that we choose more edifying material for our kids. Surely we want to give them the very best in put we can?