During last Halloween, our church was hosting four homeless families who were spending their nights at local churches while they tried to get their feet back under them. I volunteered to take the kids trick-or-treating. When I showed up with my assortment of borrowed costumes, a couple of teen-agers asked if they could go. I figured why not? It's hard enough to be a teen these days, much less one who's living in church basements because they don't have any place to call home. Then one of the mothers announced that she was going to trick-or-treat. I didn't want to have an awkward conversation, so I just went along with it. I like to think that a small bucket of miniature candy bars was one of the highlights of an otherwise difficult year for her.