The best sermons I heard in my boyhood parish of Saint Joseph Church in Augusta, Georgia always occurred in the peak of the summer in a church with no air conditioner but huge, loud fans.
It went this way:
“It’s too hot for a sermon today, so I will dispense with it. God bless you.”
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Bravo!
My pastor did the same thing, but said: "Life is not a bowl of cherries. End of sermon"
Oh, back when priests had some common sense
I still remember back, way back, in my youth, approximately 1965, when our Pastor of our tiny rural parish, a wonderful Godly man said "Men, it's already 90 degrees out and 98% humidity, this church is sweltering, take off your suit jackets and loosen your ties, that is my sermon for today". The stodgy old Germans of our parish where shocked but most of us complied, gladly!
One that is apparently attributed to Bishop Konderla of Tulsa: "It's hot in here. Hell is hotter. Straighten up."
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