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thann
Guest
Years ago one of the priests at my former parish would garner standing-room-only crowds for his “homilies,” and would get requests to do some of them over and over again, sort of like a “Your Hit Parade” of homilies. He was a frustrated actor and was very dramatic, usually incorporating props in his homilies.
One Sunday there was a very large object in the sanctuary, next to the altar, covered by a sheet. Everyone wondered what it was. Then came the homily. Father began to talk about heroes, and finally got around to talking about his own hero – et voila! – he pulled off the sheet and there was a giant stuffed Sylvester the Cat!
Back then I was young and stupid, and thought what a really cooool priest this guy was. Now I am old and less stupid and far more orthodox. I just shake my head when I remember those “bad old days.”
It is a pity that they are still like that in some parishes.
'thann
One Sunday there was a very large object in the sanctuary, next to the altar, covered by a sheet. Everyone wondered what it was. Then came the homily. Father began to talk about heroes, and finally got around to talking about his own hero – et voila! – he pulled off the sheet and there was a giant stuffed Sylvester the Cat!
Back then I was young and stupid, and thought what a really cooool priest this guy was. Now I am old and less stupid and far more orthodox. I just shake my head when I remember those “bad old days.”
It is a pity that they are still like that in some parishes.
'thann