Today in Southern California, it is not simply hot - no, this is weather that combines the very fires of Hell and menopausal hot flashes, with vinyl-car-seats-on-bare-thighs thrown into the mix.
Aw, I'll just say it - it's hotter than Hell. Going to Mass over the weekend at St. Joseph-Without-AC (I've decided to rename my parish, giving it one of those tony, British sounding names with hyphens) was an experience. Kudos to our former pastor, the delightful Fr. Christopher Smith, who kept us 11:00 a.m. Mass regulars in God's good graces (and provided a delightful homily, I might add) notwithstanding it was evident that vestments make for one very hot priest.
(Theological question: Would it be canonically correct if Father blessed a tray of ice cubes and dumped them in the holy water fonts to cool them down? And how sinful if I plucked one out to keep wrapped in a hanky during Mass and applied to my forehead? Don't even get me started on using one of those combination fan/spray misters . . . )
But good humor, all! For some respite to the heat (which KABC-7 News says will be gone by week's end), I found this delightful posting about the very topic by Sister Mary Martha. Offer it up, indeed!