>>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!