Key to heaven

>>It was time for Father John's Saturday night bath, and the young
>>nun Sister Magdalene had prepared the bath water and towels 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 fine thing 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 devil!" said the old nun. "He told me it was
>>Gabriel's Horn, and I've been blowing it for 40 years!