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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Waves of Triggertreeders


Source: Wave after Wave
Halloween is over…Praise be to God.

Starting at 6:00 pm, they came in waves: low tide, heavy surf, high tide…

Little princesses, little super heroes with proud parents holding them…Shy, little first-timers are so shy.

Mixed in the low tide were toddlers and pre-school delights, walking uncertainly to the door.  “Tank you…”
The golden delights (eight to twelve yr. old) boldly stride to the door.  “Triggertree” they said, with their plastic pumpkins held out.  Parents waiting on the sidewalk talk and look at the watches.  “Thanks…” Parents smile and wave.  Some respond to a sign on the door.

Heavy surf.  

Teenagers charge the door, running from house to house.  Demand Triggertree!”  No parents this time.  Should have been, but no.

Shock hits when they see the bold sign:  No Adults or Teens‘But I’m…I’m…only …ten. Hands, feet, and teeth always tell the truth, and they walk away.

High tide.  

Huge vans pull up under the street lamps, offloading streams of parents and kids, all ages, people not from this community or even this town.  These  triggertreeders are out trolling for more candy.  Exhausted children are dragged along with these adults who expect to harvest the candy.

This neighborhood is mostly retirees. The cuteness factor of the low tide is what matters.


Oh-God-Please!-not these!  Time is 8:25, about ten minutes to lights off.  

Hoards hit the door, but brake to read the signs: 

Candy is for children only; No Adults and Teens; and, Donate to Wounded Warriors (with a five-gallon water bottle, containing change and dollar bills).

Parents, dressed in tutus and ghostly sheets, are confused. Small kids step up “Triggertree”, holding out pillowcases, heavy with candy.  Most said Thanks.

Teens announced they are twelve—nice try.  One tall boy looks confused; he doesn't speak English.  ‘Say you’re twelve’ he is told, but he announces ‘diaz’. No.

Only one little boy asked about the signs.  “Candy is for children only…candy costs money…can’t afford it…” he is told.

Finally 8:35 pm arrives.  Signs come down. Lights go off.

The water bottle holds more and more dollars, more change.  From which wave?  It did not matter.


We collected about $125.


The waves settled into calm water.  Praise be to God.

What do you think?  Check out these sites:

 Are adults too old to go trick or treating alone, without children?

Is there an age at which an adolescent should stop trick or treating?

Thursday, November 24, 2011

I Know that My Redeemer Lives

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I know that my Redeemer lives;
He lives, who once was dead;
To me in grief
He comfort gives;
With peace
He crowns my head.

He lives triumphant
O’er the grave,
At God’s right hand on high,
My ransomed soul
To keep and save,
To bless and glorify.

He lives, that I may also live,
And now His grace proclaim;
He lives that I may honor give
To His most holy name.

Let strains of heav’nly music rise,
While all their anthem sing
To Christ, my precious Sacrifice,
And everliving King.

George Handel
Charles Wesley
Arrangement © 1962 by the Rodeheaver Co. in “Choir Worship”