Wherever We Land

When I was a child, I had my fair share of superstitious beliefs. Some of them were passed down casually—almost like playful warnings—but they held a weight that, at the time, seemed real. I remember walking down the street with family, and if we came across a pole, someone would say, “Don’t split the pole!” As if, somehow, going around opposite sides of a streetlight or signpost could bring bad luck. 

Then there was the superstition about sweeping someone’s feet. If a broom so much as brushed across a person’s toes, the reaction was immediate—“Now you have to spit on it, or you’ll never get married!” And we would go along with it, not really questioning why. It was just what we did. 

As I got older and grew in my faith, I realized these little beliefs didn’t align with the God I serve. The Bible makes it clear that we are to trust in Him alone, not in rituals or man-made traditions. “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5) Superstitions, at their core, are rooted in fear—fear of bad luck, fear of misfortune, fear of the unknown. But God does not call us to live in fear. He calls us to walk by faith. 

So, nowadays, when I hear someone mention a superstition, I just brush it off. It doesn’t hold any power over me. My life is in God’s hands, and I prefer to honor Him in ways that truly matter—like stepping outside, breathing in the fresh air, and appreciating His creation. When I go out into nature, whether it’s on a camping trip with Snatcher or simply enjoying the sun shining through my window, I’m reminded that my trust belongs to the One who made the heavens and the earth. 

Letting go of superstitions wasn’t just about breaking old habits—it was about deepening my faith. I don’t need luck to guide my steps; I have the Lord. And for that, I say Hallelujah!