My great-grandfather once tried to kill a preacher the Tuesday after a Sunday sermon where the preacher spoke about perils of alcohol and miscegination with the Negros. It wasn't that my great-grandfather wasn't a member of the Klan as well as teetotaler and Revenuer during Prohibition (he was), it was that the sermon mentioned my grandparents and my grandfather's brothers and their wives by name for going into a gin joint on a Saturday night before church. My great-aunt told me when I was about 21 or so that she was still drunk standing (or weaving) when she stood up with the choir.
There's a running joke in my family about "running off with a hoe" because the weapon my great-grandfather used to try to kill the preacher (who soon found a new job) was a hoe that smashed the preacher's car window and stayed wedged in the car as the preacher escaped. Apparently my great-grandfather never referred to the preacher afterwards as anything other than "that damn hoe thief". He showed up at church the next Sunday wearing a pistol and fully intending on shooting that "no good, thieving sonuvabitch" but the preacher was out sick.
Clearly, not all parishoners agree wholeheartedly with every sermon. But since everyone's already made up their minds, perhaps my anecdote will amuse.
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