The seventh day is upon us, so time for refresh the hole.
No boring wall of text this time. I’ll just use the occasion to ask about, Homily (Homilies?) you get at your church. Are they quite typical, interesting, boring?
In my church they are two priests who lead (not sure if this is the proper term) the mass, and as such give the Homily. One of them does what you expect: explaining the part of scripture just read, and trying to apply it to the world today. Not much to comment on.
The other priest is very fond of anecdotes, from his life and historical ones, sometimes not strongly related to the scripture just read. And while I’m sure they are interesting, there is a problem. He has endurance of an Iron Lung. Standing from his chair is enough for him to run out of breath. That, coupled with the mic quality (trash), and I get around 20% of what he is saying. One thing I know is that he hates Arians very much, probably a saint Nicholas fan.
So, how does it look at your church? I’m curious.
If any non Christians read this, do you have some a similar kind of sermon in your religion? And if you do, what’s your experience with it?
If you are atheist, I don’t know… what teachings did your local scientist impart on you lately?
Anyway, have a nice Saturday everyone.
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Normies can't understand the thrill of pinning the Weasel. Night spent chasing an over amphetamined Caroline around the bean bag forts. Her squealing and gibbering, pouring sweat and on the verge of seizing. Your friends build up an intoxicating, delirious state with Talmudic chanting from the sidelines, hitting the Caroline-toy with brooms if she tries to escape. Sam would be giggling and laughing as the waves of methamphetamine pleasure seems to harmonize with the droning hebrew verses. He runs through the bean bag maze fat and portly, with his viagra powered peepee a divining rod for the Weasel. Sweat gushing down his face around his unfocused eyes he laughs and chortles until he gasps "Found you!" The Mathsweasel screeches defensively but Wankman Bankman is upon her in seconds. His peepee thrusting blindly into her flank, leg, stomach and ribs, unconcerned about anything but the motion. Eventually serendipity finds her mouth and the Cocktube Rodent is placated, suckling contently on Bankman's dehydrated peepee.
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