O.K. folks! You want a cool (so to speak) fire and brimstone sermon that will shake you up? http://olrl.org/snt_docs/fewness.shtml That’s the great Saint Leo of Port Maurice. Super wonderful.
Now then, having read that most Yikesfull sermon, see the post AND comments of the post: Why would a nice priest go to hell? – Yikes! - HERE!
It’s about humble thanksgiving for Mary’s Son, about enthusiastic friendship with Him! Look to Him!
But, that’s only if you’re brave enough to have a serious thought for the day…
I double dare you!
Yep. This thought for the day is like extreme sport fully sick awesomeness.
Accompany me, Father George David Byers, S.S.L., S.T.D., as I begin life as a Catholic Priest-Hermit by choice. Holy Souls Hermitage is dedicated to the sanctification of my fellow priests, bishops, deacons & seminarians going through the purgatory of this life or the next. Prayer and sacrifice go up, of course, for both Benedict XVI and the next Successor of Saint Peter. 
Great homily!
Back in 2000, when we first started attending our current parish, there were two priests there. Since there were four Masses each Sunday, each priest took two of them. Fr. A was the pastor and he’s been a friend to my wife and me since we met. The other priest, Fr. P, was an odd duck, a rather bright fellow, but exhibiting many of the faults I find most troubling in myself (arrogance, impatience, insolence, etc.) plus a serious lack of respect for ecclesiastical authority. He had been a member of the Jesuits and was applying for incardination as a diocesan priest. In 2003, Fr. P’s petition to be incardinated was denied after he declined an assignment from his bishop. He found himself without priestly faculties anywhere since he was no longer a Jesuit and no longer in line to become diocesan. Don’t feel too sorry for him, though, as he had no trouble getting a nice government job.
The next year, it so happened that while my wife and I were on in New York for a wedding, Fr. A, and several other folks of our acquaintance were all in Manhattan at the same time, so we got together for a festive meal. Fr. P happened to be in the city as well and invited himself along too. I ended up sitting next to Fr. P, so of course we chatted a bit which eventually got a bit contentious. Toward the end of I mentioned that we would likely know each other in eternity, but that whether it would be in a happy destination or not was an open question. He has often since said he has never been so offended in all his life — and he was well over 60 at the time! I would have hoped that an erstwhile son of St. Ignatius would know better.