> 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 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."