Knowing that my Dad, a retired clergyman, heartily disliked the word "humungous", I glanced at him to revel in his grimace when we heard it from the pulpit (of all places), spoken by a young relatively inexperienced preacher. He hadn't reacted, I suppose because the message transcends mere words at the proper times in life. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to the message.

Still learning to listen, Mooh.