Wily old Father!

It was time for Father John’s Saturday night bath, and the
young nun, Sister Magdalene, had prepared the bath water
and towel just the way the old nun had instructed.

Sister Magdalene was also instructed not to look at Father
John’s nakedness if she could help it, do whatever he told
her to do, and pray.

The next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene how
the Saturday night bath had gone.

“Oh, sister,” said the young nun dreamily, “I’ve been saved.”

“Saved? And how did that come about?” asked the old nun.

“Well, when Father John was soaking in the tub, he asked
me to wash him, and while I was washing him he guided
my hand down between his legs where he said the Lord
keeps the Key to Heaven.”

“Did he now?” said the old nun evenly.

Sister Magdalene continued, “And Father John said that if
the Key to Heaven fit my lock, the portals of Heaven would
be opened to me and I would be assured salvation and eternal peace.

And then Father John guided his Key to Heaven into my lock.”

“Is that a fact?” said the old nun even more evenly.

“At first it hurt terribly, but Father John said the pathway to
salvation was often painful and that the glory of God would
soon swell my heart with ecstasy. And it did, it felt so good
being saved.”

“That wicked old bastard” said the old nun. “He told me it
was Gabriel’s Horn, and I’ve been blowing it for 40 years