It was hot at Mass Sunday. The Bear does not know if Father had turned off the AC in compliance with Global Warming Pope Francis' eco-cyclical or not, but it was hot. It was so hot, several ladies had been forced to remove most of their clothes. One poor woman, with babe in arms, was sadly reduced to short shorts and a small piece of cloth that covered her chest, it being secured by some strings in back.
This particular lady was quite fit, as was apparent to all, and had a nice tan. This led the Bear to conclude that she ran for the purpose of exercise. The Bear wondered how she survived the heat of running beneath the summer sun, her being so delicate inside a church.
Fortunately, she was two rows behind us, so the Bear was largely spared the spectacle of her suffering. Meanwhile, the Bear was clothed in thick fur and a tie, yet somehow managed to avoid heat stroke. His mate was attired modestly. Before we left for Mass, she asked, "Do I need a tank top under this?" (She didn't, but the Bear thought it was adorable for her to ask. Modesty is winsome to Bears.)
The homily dwelt on the violence in Charleston. We must respect everyone, no matter their race, religion, national origin or sexual orientation. But most of all, we must enact strict gun control. This was repeated several times. There was something about ecumenism, but the Bear tunes that sort of thing out.
The Bear realized that we didn't hear much about Jesus in homilies, or how to get into Heaven. The Bear supposes we're on our own on the religious stuff.
Surprisingly, there was no mention of Global Warming Pope Francis' eco-cyclical.
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