Storytime: The last sermon I sat through was literally a hate sermon.
One of my buddies in grad school talked me into coming to his church for a session one Sunday, and me being mostly agnostic/pagan at the time figured "Ahh, why not? I'm all for you sharing your culture and beliefs with me, I'll hear it out."
Shit. You. Not. 20 minutes into the thing... The preacher was talking down the "evils of pride month" and how if you ever feel "ostracized" on your campus for "standing against" the satanic "influences" of the LGBTQ, you always had a "strong community" to turn to here.
If you're cringing reading this... now just imagine this obviously queer 20s something sitting in the middle of the crowd with this giant rainbow scarf on (it was February) while these aryan karens and nutjobs to my left and right are casually nodding along.
Made a fucking beeline for the door and never spoke to that crazy fucker (or went back to church) ever again lol