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My heart is steadfast, O God. My heart is steadfast. I will sing and I will make music (Psalm 57:7). Amen.It was a quiet, idyllic evening outside of Bethlehem. Shepherds were gently caring for their sheep. The bright stars were twinkling in the dark sky.Ugh. I don't think so. That's the way our Christmas cards portray the scene. But let's set aside our western sentimentality and romanticism to paint the real scene for first century shepherds in Palestine.Shepherds were among the lowest of the social classes. They didn't own the flocks. The owners were asleep in their comfortable Bethlehem beds. Shepherds were minimum wage earners. Their work kept them continually dirty and smelly. That's because they were continually in contact with dirty and smelly sheep. They had to deal with wounds, injuries, insects, predators, and manure. Their work made shepherds perpetually ceremonially unclean. So, they were treated as outsiders.Shepherds were also considered dishonest. There was the ongoing temptation for shepherds to make a little more money on the side. For the shepherds to tell the owners that a sheep had been lost, stolen or eaten. Then to sell the wool or the sheep. So, it was forbidden to buy wool, milk or a lamb from a shepherd on the assumption that this was stolen property. Shepherds had a reputation – either deserved or undeserved – of being dishonest. They were on the lowest rung of society – along with tax collectors and prostitutes.The birth announcement of the Son of God doesn't come to kings or queens, emperors or high priests. The proclamation of the Savior of the world doesn't come to the religious, political or social elite. This announcement comes to lowly shepherds out in their fields at night. This is a proclamation that is given to the lowest of society. It's meant for people like us!The announcement of the arrival of the Good Shepherd is first given to shepherds. The proclamation of the Lamb of God is heard first by literal little lambs. The King of all creation comes among the lowliest of all creation – shepherds and sheep.This was no ordinary birth, because this was no ordinary baby. He was certainly a very real baby – a crying, hungry baby that wanted his mother's milk and later needed his diaper changed. This was no ordinary baby because he was at the same time Mary's Son and God's Son. He was God incarnate – divinity wrapped in humanity. He is God in the flesh, the Savior, Christ the Lord, who was born to live perfectly, die innocently, and rise gloriously to remove sin from everyone – from Bethlehem shepherds to Roman emperors.From the millions of the angelic host, one angel is given the unique privilege in history to make an announcement to humanity. "Do not be afraid. For behold, I bring you good news of great joy, which will be for all people: Today in the town of David, a Savior was born for you. He is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger" (Luke 2:10-12).This angel had every right to say, "Listen up, you bums! If only you had been better and done better, God wouldn't have had to do such a drastic thing. He has given his only begotten Son to you, gift-wrapped in strips of cloth and lying in a feeding trough for cattle. You'd better appreciate it!" The angel had every right to say that … but he didn't.Instead, he announced the gospel – the good news – of the long-awaited Savior first promised to Adam and Eve, then to Abraham and Sarah, then to King David and later to King Ahaz. The fulfillment of that promise was here. This is a message of joy – not happiness. There's a difference. Happiness is based on inner feelings and our response to outward actions. Happiness is a temporary, external feeling. Joy is a deeper, lasting state of contentment that is unaffected by feelings or circumstances.This good news is meant for all people. We know from experience how vicious middle school, high school, college, and the military can be. Girls can be mean, spiteful, and exclusive. Guys can be combative and hurtful when they're attempting to be humorous. It's hard to fit in. It can feel like nobody wants you in their little friend group. It can be lonely when you're excluded from the cool kids' table.The message of the Savior is for all people – the rich and powerful, the lowly and poor, the cool kids and jocks, the nerds and geeks, the extroverts, introverts, and outcasts.The angel gives directions to the shepherds on how to find this newborn Christ and Lord. This baby will be found in Bethlehem, the town of David. He'll be lying in a manger, because there was no room for the holy family in the Bethlehem inn. He'll be wrapped in swaddling cloths, kept warm and snuggly."Suddenly, there was with the angel a multitude from the heavenly army, praising God" (Luke 2:13). After thousands of years of waiting, "suddenly" the wait for the Messiah is over. After the angel Gabriel announced to Mary and then to Joseph about the birth of the Christ, suddenly he's here. After announcing that the shepherds didn't need to be afraid of this lone angel, suddenly the sky above the Bethlehem pastures explodes with glory from a multitude of God's heavenly army. God had chosen his best angelic messenger to appear to the shepherds. Then he chose his best singers to be in the angelic choir. They belted out, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward mankind" (Luke 2:14).This song in Latin is Gloria in Excelsis, meaning "Glory in the highest." We sing this song on Sunday mornings after the confession and absolution. We confess our sins to God, then we hear the pastor announce that our sins have been forgiven by the atoning sacrifice of Jesus the Christ. This announcement of Jesus' forgiveness establishes peace in our hearts, that then produces praise on our lips.We join with those in the worship service, as well as the heavenly choir of saints and angels, to praise our Triune God. Just as the angels praised Jesus at his birth, so we praise Jesus as the Son of God, the Good Shepherd who laid down his life for his sheep, and the Lamb of God who shed his blood on the altar of the cross. Martin Luther said of the Gloria in Excelsis that we sing in worship, "It did not grow, nor was it made, but it came from heaven."Gloria in Excelsis. Glory to God in the highest. Glory to the God who is on high, exalted above the world, the ruler over all that exists. Glory to the God who gives his greatest gift of his Son to an undeserving world. Glory to the God who places himself under his own law to save his lawless children. Glory to the God who will one day endure his own wrath to rescue his rebellious children from God's righteous wrath. Glory to the God whom the universe cannot contain, yet he had contained himself within the womb of Mary for nine months. Glory to the God who left his eternal seat on his golden throne, surrounded by saints and angels to born in time and laid in a manger surrounded by Saint Mary and Saint Joseph."On earth peace, good will toward mankind." This is a world in desperate need of peace. The past few days are evidence of this. Islamic terrorists killed 15 people at a Hanukkah Festival in Australia. Two people were murdered and nine more injured at a mass shooting at Brown University. Princess Bride director, Rob Reiner and his wife were stabbed to death in their home, apparently by their son.Jesus comes to bring peace. It is a peace that the world cannot bring. His peace stops this kind of violence when hearts are converted by the Holy Spirit. This is a peace of sins forgiven, heaven won, and reconciliation with the glorious Triune God. Peace enjoyed in this world wherever the Spirit teaches hearts to trust the Father's goodwill revealed in the person of Mary's Son.Is it any wonder such a large delegation of heaven's army would join this Christmas choir? Is it any wonder as Christmas 2025 dawns – with all this year's perplexing problems – that this message of glory to God and peace on earth still needs to be sounded to comfort our own hearts? It is any wonder that the rest of this weary world needs to hear and sing the Gloria in Excelsis? God's goodwill through this infant is an invitation that was first given to shepherds. That means this announcement is meant for everyone.Remember, this was a one-time performance by the angelic choir. The angel army has no second concert planned.Instead, God has called his baptized saints to be his new heralds. We Lutherans are especially called to sing. We'll be singing nine hymns on Christmas Eve and five more hymns on Christmas Day. We sing the Gloria in Excelsis in our Sunday morning liturgies. We saintly singers are privileged to repeat the refrain again and again, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward mankind." Amen.Be exalted above the heavens, O God. Let your glory be over all the earth (Psalm 57:11)View this sermon (with video and/or audio recording) on our website: https://www.casperwels.com/sermons/gloria-in-excelsis-the-song-of-the-angels/

Gloria in Excelsis Deo: The Advent of Joy

With the coming of Christ comes a declaration of peace that even humble sinners may come before their glorious God and worship.

Luke 2:8-14 "Gloria in Excelsis Deo!"Series: Songs of The Saviour Speaker: Rev. George SinclairMessiah DowntownDate: 14th December 2025Passage: Luke 2:8-14-------------------Songs of the Saviour Luke 2:8-14 "Gloria in Excelsis Deo!" December 14, 2025-Church of the Messiah is a prayerful, Bible-teaching, evangelical church in Ottawa (ON, Canada) with a heart for the city and the world. Our mission is to make disciples of Jesus, gripped by the gospel, living for God's glory! We are a Bible-believing, gospel-centered church of the English Reformation, part of the Anglican Network in Canada, and the Gospel Coalition.- WAYS TO GIVE: https://www.messiahchurch.ca/donateWeb: https://www.messiahchurch.ca Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ottawamessiahchurch Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cotmottawa

Message from Kevin Hegeman on December 14, 2025

On entend parfois dire que le christianisme serait une religion de Blancs. C'est ainsi qu'est formulée la question du jour, et c'est Florent qui la posera à Nathanaël, notre invité. Professeur de mathématiques et animateur de la chaîne Kurious, appréciée pour ses exposés éclairants, Nathanaël est également l'auteur du livre Car Dieu a tant aimé les Noirs, avec lequel il viendra déconstruire certains clichés malheureusement associés à un christianisme occidental.

Lord, your mercy reaches to the heavens. Your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is as high as the mountains of God. Your justice is as deep as the ocean. You save both man and animal, O Lord (Psalm 36:5-6). Amen.Zechariah is a priest burning incense in the temple of the Lord in Jerusalem. Suddenly, the angel Gabriel appears to him. "Whoa! This is different!" Zechariah thinks. People in the Bible are usually terrified when a holy angels appears to a sinful mortal. Gabriel says, "Do not be afraid, Zechariah, because your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear a son for you, and you are to name him John. … He will be filled with the Holy Spirit, even from his mother's womb. He will turn many of the sons of Israel back to the Lord their God" (Luke 1:13, 15-16).That's a special assignment for a baby! Zechariah and his wife are old and Elizabeth is barren. Zechariah doubts the angel's words. He replies, "How can I be sure of this, because I am an old man, and my wife is well along in years" (Luke 1:18)? Gabriel doesn't like God's promise being doubted, so he answers, "I am Gabriel. I stand in the presence of God and was sent to speak to you to tell you this good news. Now listen, you will be silent and unable to speak until the day when these things happen, because you did not believe my words, which will be fulfilled at the proper time" (Luke 1:19-20).Zechariah is made mute during the entirety of Elizabeth's pregnancy.Fast forward nine months. The baby is born. The neighbors and relatives in the hill country of their small Judean town fill their humble home for the baby's circumcision. It's also been eight days. It's time this baby boy is given a proper name. The neighbors want to call him "Zach Jr." Elizabeth tells the crowd, "No. He will be called John" (Luke 1:60). The friends don't believe her because no one else in the family has that name. So, they appeal to Zechariah. He does what he's had to do to communicate for the past nine months. He pulls out his trusty writing tablet. He writes in his old man handwriting, "His name is John" (John 1:63).Immediately Zechariah's mouth is opened, his tongue is loosed, and he begins to speak, praising God (Luke 1:64).Now that he has his voice back, Zechariah immediately breaks into song. He praises God with the canticle we call, "The Benedictus Dominus" which is Latin for "Blessed Lord." Zechariah has been silent for nine months, but now he's got a mouthful to say. He's filled with the Holy Spirit, so he starts praising God."Blessed is the Lord, the God of Israel, because he has visited us and prepared redemption for his people" (Luke 1:68). Perhaps you feel lonely – especially this time of the year. You don't have family nearby to celebrate the holidays with. Or there are strained relationships within your family, so even if they were nearby, you wouldn't enjoy getting together. Or you do get along with your loved ones, but death has removed them from you.Zechariah sings that Christ has visited us. The Son of God doesn't leave us alone and floundering. He has entered our lives as Immanuel – God with us.Christ has visited to redeem us. Some of you know what it's like to struggle. You've needed help with groceries and bills. Some of you know what it's like to be in a financial position to help others with a few dollars or some canned goods. Jesus visited us, not to drop a dollar or two or a few cans of creamed corn to help the needy. Jesus dropped his precious blood from the cross to redeem us. He paid the price to purchase us back from the Devil. He sets us free from sin.Notice, Zechariah uses the past tense with both of these verbs – "visited" and "redeemed." Even though the infant Jesus won't be born for a few months, and he won't be on the cross for thirty-three years, it's as good as accomplished. Though it will happen in the future – to God's people – it's already a done deal."He has raised up a horn of salvation for us in the house of his servant David, just as he said long ago through the mouth of his holy prophets" (Luke 1:69-70). A horn is a scriptural symbol of strength, like a ram's horn. Zechariah says that the Lord has raised up such a horn now "in the house of his servant David." The house of David was the royal line of that old king, the line from which Israel's kings were to come, as prophesied so long ago. That royal line had been dormant for centuries now. It was like a stump (Isaiah 11:1). No Davidic king had actively reigned in Israel for hundreds of years. But the genealogical line was still producing descendants from the house of David – plenty of descendants, just no kings coming up. Zechariah, inspired by the Holy Spirit, says that has now changed."He raised up salvation from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us" (Luke 1:71). Zechariah and the Jews were surrounded by enemies who hated them. In Old Testament times, they were surrounded and attacked by Ammonites, Amalekites, and Philistines. Later they were surrounded and taken captive by Assyrians, Babylonians, and Persians. Currently, they were surrounded and ruled over by the Roman Empire. We Christians are surrounded by enemies who continually attack us and may seem to rule over us. Enemies like atheists and agnostics, doubters and deniers, the Devil and his demons, militant pagans and antagonistic opponents of the cross. They surround you attempting to get you to question and doubt. They cancel you, shout at you, belittle you, and persecute you. They can do their worst. Jesus Christ has done his best. He has rescued you from your enemies. He saves you from your opponents. He has turned them into nothing more than a minor irritation."In order to show mercy to our fathers by remembering his holy covenant, the oath which he swore to Abraham our father" (Luke 1:72-73). It's hard to trust people. They have their own agendas. They get busy. They forget. They fail. They break their promises to you. Not so with our Lord. He made a promise to Abraham that he would have a Son that would be a blessing to all people. That Son who would bless all nations was presently residing within the womb of Mary. God is always faithful to his promises. What he says he'll do, he does.Mercy is not getting the judgment we deserve. God promises you mercy through his Son. He is faithful to his promises. You receive that mercy now. You'll receive that mercy through eternity."To grant deliverance to us from the hand of our enemies, so that we are able to serve him without fear, in holiness and righteousness before him all our days" (Luke 1:74-75). If God promises you deliverance from our enemies, you'll receive that deliverance. When your enemies are removed – or at least quieted – then you can serve God in freedom without fear. You can fulfill your vocations as Christian parents and children, citizens and students. You serve the Lord faithfully and everyone notices – especially God.You can serve in holiness and righteousness. Your past bothers you. Your guilt burdens you. Your sin weighs you down. But Jesus has already declared you holy, righteous, and without sin. He made this declaration in the manger, on the cross, and out of the tomb. Since you are released from your sins, you are free to serve God all your days.In the first half of the Benedictus, Zecheriah sings about the big picture of what God is doing – starting with the birth of John but going on to bigger things. Now in the second half of the Benedictus, father Zechariah turns to his infant son and has some words specifically directed to him. He says, "And you, child, will be called a prophet of the Most High, because you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways, to give his people the knowledge of salvation by the forgiveness of their sins, because of God's tender mercies, by which the Rising Sun from on high will visit us, to shine on those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace" (Luke 1:76-79).Though John is in the New Testament, he is the last of the Old Testament prophets. John would be God's mouthpiece to usher in the kingdom of God, to give the knowledge of salvation by the forgiveness of sins. We learn more about John's ministry during the second and third Sundays in Advent.By inspiration of the Holy Spirit, Zechariah saw the big picture of God's activity in human history, culminating in what God was about to do for his people in Christ. As he sings, Zechariah ties the old covenant together with the new covenant fulfilled in the Christ Child. He recognizes God's deliverance in the past and rejoices in his work of redemption for all eternity. Through Christ's visitation and redemption, we can serve the Lord forever in holiness and righteousness.Last week we studied and sang The Magnificat – the Song of Mary. Tonight, we study and sing The Benedictus – the Song of Zachariah. Next week we study and sing The Gloria in Excelsis – the Song of the Christmas angels. These are the songs of the Christian Church. In these songs, we sing about promises made and promises kept; God's wrath on his enemies and God's mercy to his people; the past, the present, and the future.Listen to Zechariah's song. Stop doubting and believe. Be filled with the Holy Spirit. Loosen your tongue. Deepen your faith. Praise God for sending his Son to visit us in the manger and redeem us on the cross. Join your voice with the saints sitting around you, the saints gathered around Christ's throne, and the voices of those who first sang these ancient canticles – the virgin Mary, the muted Zechariah, and the heavenly host. Amen.How precious is your mercy, O God! So all people find refuge in the shadow of your wings (Psalm 36:7). Amen.View this sermon (with video and/or audio recording) on our website: https://www.casperwels.com/sermons/the-benedictus-the-song-of-zechariah/

Don’t miss a fun, festive Friday edition of Chris Fabry Live as we present an encore conversation with two music lovers who want to reintroduce you to the hymns and carols of Christmas. David and Barbara Leeman have pulled together an amazing collection of stories and devotions about the songs we sing each year. There’s a depth of theology to these familiar and not-so-familiar songs. Don't miss the music and hymn stories on Chris Fabry Live. Featured resource:Hosanna in Excelsis: Hymns and Devotions for the Christmas Season by David & Barbara LeemanLink to music December thank you gift:Hosanna in Excelsis: Hymns and Devotions for the Christmas Season by David & Barbara Leeman Chris Fabry Live is listener-supported. To support the program, click here.Become a Back Fence Partner: https://moodyradio.org/donateto/chrisfabrylive/partnersSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It is a meeting of the moms. Two expectant mothers – one old, one young. One is six months along; the other, newly pregnant. The fact that either of them is expecting is totally unexpected! Both are pregnant when neither one of them should be under normal circumstances. But these circumstances are anything but normal. Zechariah and Elizabeth are expecting a miracle child in their old age. Joseph and Mary are expecting a miracle child while Mary is a virgin.This is also the first meeting of the two baby boys the moms are carrying inside them. The great Son of David – from Joseph and Mary - is in the house of Aaron's son – from Zechariah. Hidden within the wombs of the two women are the Christ and the forerunner of the Christ. These are two miraculous babies. John born to a woman well beyond childbearing. Jesus born to a virgin. Elizabeth is bearing the prophet to prepare the way for the Most High God. Mary is bearing the Most High God sent to redeem the world.While she is there visiting her older cousin, Elizabeth, Mary breaks into song. It is a joyful canticle we call the "The Magnificat." This Advent, we'll be looking at three Bible songs of Christmas – The Magnificat, The Benedictus, and The Gloria in Excelsis. Their Latin titles show their long history of usage within the Christian Church.Mary begins, "My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord" (Luke 1:46). In Latin its, "Magnificat anima mea Dominum." The first word – "Magnificat" – is where we get the title for this canticle. Canticles are sacred songs drawn from biblical texts. To "magnify" is to "make great." Think of a magnifying lens. It's not that a magnifying lens makes the thing you're looking at any larger than it actually is. When you magnify something, it occupies more of your vision. It's all you can see.Mary sings that her soul magnifies the Lord. She couldn't make the Lord any greater than he already is. God's greatness occupies her vision. Mary serves as a good example for us. God's greatness should occupy our vision, not just during these winter holidays, but all the time. But we do have special Advent and Christmas services specifically so we can pause, meditate, and magnify what God has done for us in sending his Son in the flesh as the Son of Mary. Then we join with Mary in singing her song of praise."And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior, because he has looked with favor on the humble state of his servant" (Luke 1:47-48). Mary is not without sin, like the Roman Catholic Church teaches. She's a sinner who calls her Son her "Savior." We also are not without sin. We rejoice that God our Savior came as the Seed of Eve and the Son of Mary."Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed, because the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name" (Luke 1:48-49). Mary is newly pregnant, yet she realized that God had already done great things for her … and in her. Elizabeth had just said of her much younger cousin, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb" (Luke 1:42). All generations would call Mary blessed for she was granted the great privilege and the awesome honor of being the mother to the Son of God. Mary has rightly been called "Theotokos" – "Mother of God." At the same time, God was doing great things for everybody else who would benefit from the birth of this Child. That's us!"His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation" (Luke 1:50). Mercy is God not giving us what we deserve. From generation to generation, sinful people deserve destruction, death, and damnation. Instead, God's mercies are new every morning from generation to generation, century after century (Lamentations 3:23). Even though we deserve hurt and harm, God instead helps us in our distress. Though we should be punished for our misdeeds, God grants us forgiveness. Though we should have God's eternal wrath poured out on us, we are daily bathed in the mercy of God. God provided the ultimate answer to all our woes in this little Child in Mary's womb. That's why Mary is singing. She sees this Child as the great fulfillment of God's mercy toward humanity."He has shown strength with his arm. He has scattered those who were proud in the thoughts of their hearts. He has brought down rulers from their thrones. He has lifted up the lowly." (Luke 1:51-52). Mary is singing how God acts toward humanity with a twofold action. God brings down the proud and he lifts up the humble. God works through his Law and Gospel. To those who are proud in themselves – like the Pharisee boasting in the temple – God will scatter them to the winds. To those who feel like they are in control – rulers of their own destiny – God will cast them down from their thrones. To those who are rich in the pleasures of this life – like the rich man who ignored poor Lazarus – God will send them away empty. This is how God deals with all those who are secure in themselves, who feel they are good enough people, so they have no use for a Savior. God preaches the Law to them. They refuse to listen. So, he will bring those arrogant souls down.The proud and the rich – these are the enemies of God. He will bring them low. The proud and rich – I hope that's not us. But at times, it certainly is."He has filled the hungry with good things, but the rich he has sent away empty" (Luke 1:53). The humble and hungry – these are the friends of God. I pray that this is us all the time. We have a lot to be humble about. The knowledge of our sinfulness should humble us. We have nothing to brag about before God. We know how full of sin we are. We know how often we accidentally stumble into sin. We also know how often we purposefully run headlong into sin.But when we humble ourselves with God's Law, then God lifts us up as the lowly. God's mighty arm lifts up those who are too weak to save themselves – that's us.We are also the hungry. We hunger for God's righteousness served on a platter. We can't make this meal on our own. God must prepare it for us. That's what Christmas is all about. God fills the hungry with good things. Those good things come in the form of this baby, God incarnate, the Lord in the flesh. He is God's gift of righteousness. Christ's righteousness covers over our sinfulness. His perfection replaces our imperfection. His holiness envelops our unholiness. We are filled up and satisfied with God's great Christmas present – the Lord almighty wrapped in cute little baby skin.What Mary is singing about here is what is sometimes called the "Great Reversal." It is the great change in position that God will accomplish in the sending of his Son. The high and mighty will be brought low. The poor and lowly will be lifted up. Just the opposite of the way the world sees things. God brings this reversal in Mary's Son – the Christ Child.Jesus Christ came in his own Great Reversal. God's Son came from the heights of heaven to be born the lowly child of Mary. He laid aside his glory. He humbled himself and became obedient to death, even death on a cross. God's Son came in the flesh so he could be brought low and then be lifted up on the cross. Forty days after his glorious resurrection, God's Son was lifted up to his rightful place at God the Father's right hand upon his heavenly throne.This is how Jesus Christ strikes down our high and mighty enemies – sin, death, and the devil. These proud rulers are brought low, scattered, and sent away empty – as empty as the tomb from which Christ arose. Now Christ reigns from his glorious throne with all his enemies under his feet. This is a promise of the Great Reversal for all of us who suffer from this unholy trinity of our enemies. Mary sings that this has already been accomplished by the Savior residing within her womb.Mary concludes her Magnificat, "He has come to the aid of his servant Israel, remembering his mercy, as he spoke to our fathers, to Abraham and his offspring forever" (Luke 1:54-55). Mary praises the Lord for being faithful to his promises, faithful to his covenant, faithful to his Word. God had promised Abraham, "In your seed all the nations of the earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed my voice" (Genesis 22:18). God continued his promise of the Seed from Eve, through Abraham, through and David, and now within Mary. Jesus Christ is the fulfilment of the promised Seed of the Woman.By faith in the Word made flesh in her womb, Mary was able to grasp the inconceivable, the invisible, and the eternal things of the Lord. As we join with Mary in singing her Magnificat, may we also grasp the inconceivable, the invisible, and the eternal things of the Lord. In this Christ Child, the lowly are lifted up. In this Christ Child, God's mercy extends from generation to generation. In this Christ Child, God has come to the aid of his people. So let us sing, "My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior." Amen.Let the name of the Lord be blessed, from now to eternity. From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the Lord is to be praised (Psalm 103:2-3). Amen.View this sermon (with video and/or audio recording) on our website: https://www.casperwels.com/sermons/the-magnificat-the-song-of-mary/

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in this sermon, Pastor Clint walks thru Luke 2:8-20. The angel announces to the shepherds the birth of Jesus, the Savior, bringing "good news of great joy" for all people, and a host of angels praise God, declaring peace on earth. The shepherds respond by immediately seeking out Jesus, finding Him in the manger just as they were told, and then joyfully sharing the news with others. Will we, like the shepherds and Mary, respond to the gospel in faith and worship, pondering the glorious reality of grace in our hearts?

Hablamos de la canción «Gloria: In Excelsis Deo» de Patti Smith, con Toni Castarnado (periodista musical, escritor y editor) como invitado. 'Cancionero' es una serie de miniepisodios que recupera los mejores momentos de 'Disco prestado' destacando alguna de las canciones que hemos comentado en el pódcast. Escucha el comentario completo del disco 'Horses' en cualquier plataforma de audio, o mediante estos enlaces: SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/episode/6TcBSRmERZNtnP2bEWIv2b?si=BwzI9V5WTqSrIARkV1QU3Q IVOOX: https://go.ivoox.com/rf/126037687 APPLE PODCASTS: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/1-4-horses-de-patti-smith-con-toni-castarnado/id1672847595?i=1000649528430 WEB: https://marcaliana.com/patti-smith-horses-enlaces ¡Salud y buena música! Marc Aliana http://marcaliana.com

Fr. John A. Perricone is a Roman Catholic priest and an adjunct professor of philosophy at Iona University in New Rochelle, New York. He was born in Jersey City, New Jersey, graduated from Seton Hall University, completed his master's degree in biblical studies at Immaculate Conception Seminary in Mahwah, New Jersey, and was ordained to the priesthood at Sacred Heart Cathedral in Newark, New Jersey in 1976. He completed a second master's degree in Dogmatic Theology at St. John's University, New York in 1981. He was awarded a Ph.D. in Medieval Philosophy at Fordham University, New York.    Click here for a copy of his recent article.    In addition to Iona University, he has held teaching positions at St. Francis College (Brooklyn, NY), LaSalle University (Philadelphia, PA), Dominican College (Orangeburg, NY), and St. John's University (Jamaica, NY).    In 1989, he founded Christifdelis, a New York City based organization that assisted Catholics in their spiritual and doctrinal formation. In 1996, Father Perricone and the organization arranged for the celebration of a Solemn High Pontifical Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City; the first time in a quarter century for the Latin Tridentine Mass to be celebrated by a Cardinal of Curial rank in a premier archdiocese. From 1996-2008 he was Editor and Publisher of Excelsis, a bi-monthly periodical of theology, philosophy and Catholic opinion from the perspective of the authentic teaching of the Catholic Church and the philosophy of St. Thomas Aquinas. In 2002, he was co-founder and Vice-President of The Montfort Academy (Mount Vernon, NY), a private academy, grades 9 through 12, anchored in a classical curriculum with Roman Catholicism at its core.   His articles have appeared in St. John's Law Review, Crisis Magazine, Latin Mass Magazine, New Oxford Review and The Journal of Catholic Legal Studies. He has lectured at dozens of universities and colleges including, Cambridge, Harvard, Columbia, Princeton, Cornell, NYU, Georgetown, Villanova, Boston College, Loyola Marymount, and more. His media appearances include EWTN, WNBC, WOR Radio, and he is a frequent contributor to several Catholic podcasts.    Father Perricone offers the Traditional Mass each Sunday at 9:00 AM at Our Lady of Sorrows Church, Jersey City, New Jersey.   

The February Church Trip continues.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A statue is fine, too."What a night," Gordon groaned, as he sat down at the breakfast table with Ahmed and Barry. "I've never endured hell such as this. You'd get better treatment in prison than this hotel!""Fancy a ghost choosing to haunt your room," Barry chuckled. "Not sure who I should feel more sorry for, you or the ghost!""It's not funny Barry! I was almost bloody shitting myself. It was terrifying!" Gordon snapped back."Aye, the sight of you in your y-fronts is enough to terrify anything!""That must be why it never followed you into our room," Ahmed interrupted, pouring himself a cup of coffee.Presently, Jenna and Reverend Morris entered the dining room. "Morning boys! Ooh, so you saw the ghost too? Simon and I saw him, the headless preacher!""Yes, he just appeared in our room when we were er,” Reverend Morris began, and then he started to blush."Unpacking our bags," Jenna continued. "There he was, just standing by the side of the bed. I was so scared!" She added, lying of course."We didn't see any ghost, but the washbasin in our room doesn't work," Josh said. "The water won't come out. Just black stuff!""Same here," Gordon replied. "I got a sink full of soil!""According to an old bloke I met in the lounge, it's not soil at all, but gunpowder." Norman said, placing a plate loaded with what looked like inedible food on the table."Gunpowder? That's bollocks," Barry laughed. "You're not going to eat any of that are you? I'd say there's more toxic waste on your plate than in Chernobyl.""Hmm," Norman poked at the carcinogenic-looking sausages, which were virtually cremated. The bacon, if one could call it that, was not so much swimming in oil but drowned in it. The scrambled egg looked worse."Don't eat any of that scrambled egg," Gordon said. "Apart from looking like dog puke, it tastes like it too.""Thanks," Norman grimaced, pushing the plate away. "Suddenly I've lost my appetite. I think, I'll skip breakfast and buy something to eat later.Reverend Morris looked at Jenna and shook his head. "Well, maybe the trip to the museum will be more, enjoyable?"She smiled back and squeezed his thigh under the table. "I'm sure it will."The small group boarded the minibus, ready for the short journey into the center of Epworth."What's this place we're going to?" Jenna asked, as Reverend Morris checked his smartphone."Well unfortunately, the Old Rectory, which is the birthplace of John and Charles Wesley, is currently closed for the winter season. It reopens in April."A chorus of groans echoed through the bus.Gordon rolled his eyes. "Oh this just gets better, Vicar. What travel agent offers holidays to see a museum which is closed until April, in January?""Oh Simon, this is so disappointing. I really wanted to see the birthplace of the Wesleys!" Jenna sighed."I know, I know. I'm disappointed too. As a compromise, there is another museum a few miles away, called Epworth Fields Museum. It's small, but there are some great 17th and 18th century exhibits there, so that's where we're heading.""I'd have more fun wandering round Tesco," Gordon muttered to Barry.""I'd have more fun with the vicar's wife," Barry replied."Oho! You've changed your tune. What happened to 'dream on, she's way too old for you?' You're older than I am!""Yes well, that was before." Barry paused."Before what?"Barry took a deep breath. "Look, if I tell you, promise me you won't say anything?""I'm all ears," Gordon said. "And relax, your secret's safe with me."Barry started whispering and told his cousin about the fateful gloryhole encounter.Epworth Fields Museum was a three-story Georgian building would never rival the British Museum or the Tower of London in terms of interesting exhibits, but it was better than nothing. An added bonus was that entry was free.After looking round some of the rooms, the group split up and began doing their own thing. Reverend Morris was engaged in a long conversation with a member of staff, who was also a vicar. Feeling bored, Jenna wandered off. She wondered where Gordon and the others had gone. Horniness was gnawing at her again. She headed towards the south end of the second floor. At the end of the long corridor, she pushed through a heavy door and stepped onto a landing. She descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing off the painted walls. The sound was so hollow and cold that she might have been in a vast pyramid or some other ancient structure, alone but for the companionship of unseen spirits.Being a cold Tuesday morning in January, the museum was severely lacking in visitors. The place had an abandoned air, and she was suddenly aware that she was alone on this floor. As she reached for the handle of the door that led to the first-floor corridor, she thought she heard someone whisper her name. Jenna went through the door and found that the lower corridor was carpeted in the same hideous orange nylon as was the upper one. The decorator had a clown's taste for bright colors. It made her squint."Pretty sure this isn't authentic 18th century," she said to herself. A display board caught her eye. It was all about John and Charles Wesley. She recognized their portraits immediately."It was an honor to meet you last year John," Jenna said, smiling at the portrait of the white-haired Methodist minister. "Wish I could've met your brother as well, I wonder if his cock is as big as yours?" She pulled out her smartphone and took a photo of the images.Suddenly, she heard the door at the head of the stairs open with a faint but protracted squeak of hinges. She stepped back, expecting someone to descend from the second floor, but no-one appeared."Huh, weird," she said. Without thinking, Jenna leaned against the wood-paneled wall, which was actually a concealed doorway. It suddenly opened, and Jenna screamed as she went tumbling into a dark passage. The wood-paneled door slid shut behind her, and nothing but her smartphone remained on the floor of the corridor,Jenna staggered to her feet. "Where am I? Looks like there's some sort of secret room here, oh wow, I can't see a thing in here!"A light clicked on. Jenna assumed it was a motion-activated sensor. The small room was crammed with furniture that was covered in dust sheets. Old exhibits that the museum no longer wished to display, damaged stuff, spare panels. It reminded her of the storeroom in the church hall."I'd better get out of here, there might be CCTV or something." The last thing she wanted was to be accused of stealing."Oh I assure you, we are completely unobserved," a male voice uttered."Who said that?" Jenna spun round. She appeared to be alone in the room. Was there a hidden microphone somewhere?""Over here," the voice said again. "In the corner."Jenna cautiously walked around the shrouded furniture. "Where are you?""Right in front of you my dear!"Jenna looked straight ahead. A six-foot tall bronze statue of a man was standing in the corner. As she looked closely, she realized that it was a statue of Charles Wesley."Oh, a statue of Charles!" She exclaimed, reaching out to touch it, and the statue's mouth relaxed into a smile."Greetings Jenna.""Eep!" Jenna stumbled backwards and almost tripped over a chair."My apologies for scaring you. I thought you wished to meet me," the statue replied."My dear brother John has told me so much about you."Jenna blinked, her jaw dropping. "He has?""Indeed yes! He told me you were a very special lady. Not many could unleash such a power as to return a trapped soul back to God's realm. It's an honor to meet you. I just had to meet you!""It's an honor to meet you too Charles! I love your hymns! How, are you a statue? And why has the museum shoved you in this dusty little storeroom? You should be on display."Charles chuckled. "Oh I assure you I'm not actually a statue. I just sort of possessed this statue so I could have a solid body, as it were.""Hmm, I see." Jenna wondered how this could be. After all, John had been perfectly solid when he'd appeared as a ghost. Evidently all ghosts were different."My statue has been in this room for a long time," Charles continued. "My plinth is damaged. And I'm missing one of my fingers on my left hand, look!" He raised his hand. "It broke off. I suppose that is why the museum shoved me in here? Maybe they forgot about me, or couldn't afford the repairs?"Jenna was dismayed that a statue of her favorite historical figure had been dumped in storage like an unwanted toy."I wonder if the museum would let me buy your statue? How magnificent you'd look, standing in the vicarage's garden!""You'd really do that for me?""Of course I would! I'm sure your plinth can be easily fixed. We have an enormous garden, you could stand next to the sundial. And every year, I could put a wreath by your plinth to honor your birthday, ""Mmm, may I kiss you Jenna?" The statue whispered, and Jenna smirked back at him."I thought you'd never ask!"Charles kissed her cheek. "A man should always respond to a lady in a polite manner." Now Jenna was curious at just how this was going to unfold.He took her gently in his arms and kissed her jawline and neck with a tenderness and passion that one would never expect a statue to have.Jenna wanted to speak, but couldn't. His kisses were intoxicating, and she was powerless to resist.Not caring that another member of staff could enter the storeroom at any time, Jenna allowed Charles to undress her. He pulled her to the floor and unfastened his breeches."Oh, just as big as John's!" said Jenna, marveling as she took in the sight of Charles' enormous cock for the first time. The moisture between her legs had now grown so great that it actually began to drip down the inside of her thigh."I'll be gentle, my dearest one," the statue smiled.He shifted his position again, placed one hand beside her shoulder and advanced his knees between Jenna's parted lower limbs. In his other hand, he took his member and placed it at the entry to her cunt. He paused a moment and pushed forward. Jenna gave a brief wince, he was huge, and his cock, being made of bronze, was damned cold at first! Charles began to thrust.He pulled his hips back so that his hard cock withdrew partially from her sweet grip. He pushed forward again and buried himself back inside her. Jenna moaned at the sensation of him moving in her."Oh yes, please. More!"The feel of her wet flesh slipping over his sensitive head and shaft sent a shiver through him and he grunted from the pleasure of it.Suddenly, Jenna's eyes opened wide in surprise and delight and she gasped. She moaned and wrapped her legs around Charles to rock herself against him. She breathed harder and faster until she shuddered and cried out loud as she climaxed and writhed beneath him."Ah, ah, ah!"Charles felt his cock aching with the rising and uncontrollable tide of approaching release. He shouted his delight as he spurted his cum deep inside her."Ahh Jenna! Praise the Lord!"The trip to the museum had come to an end. Reverend Morris and the rest of the group had assembled in the foyer."Okay everyone, time to head back to the minibus. Are we all here? Oh wait, where's Jenna?""Haven't seen her since we arrived," Gordon said. "Maybe she's still upstairs?""I'll ring her phone," the vicar replied. It rang for a bit and then went to voicemail."Hmm, she's not answering. Right, I'll go and look for her."In the storeroom, tired and sweaty, Jenna still had her arms wrapped round the statue of Charles Wesley."Ooh I so needed that," she whispered, enjoying the sensation of cold bronze against her bare skin. "Charles are you, Charles?" Jenna opened her eyes and stood up. The statue was no longer alive, but just a normal statue."Did I send him back to the other side?" She wondered, as she got dressed. "Oh well. I finally got to meet Charles Wesley, and he was amazing! She planted a kiss on the statue's cheek. "I have got to liberate you from this storeroom!"Reverend Morris hurried along the first floor corridor. "Jenna, where are you? It's time to leave! Oh!" He noticed an iPhone on the carpet."Why that's her phone!" He bent down and picked it up. "Oh God, what's happened to her?"Suddenly, a concealed door in the wall paneling creaked open and Jenna appeared. Reverend Morris almost had a heart attack."Oh hello my love!" Jenna said. "Have you been looking for me? Sorry, I couldn't find the way back out and I dropped my phone.""That's okay, I'm just glad you're safe," Reverend Morris replied, handing her phone back. "What were you doing in there?""I just sort of fell into this hidden room," Jenna smiled, fiddling with her hair. "Listen Simon, there's a statue of Charles Wesley in there. Do you think the museum would sell it to me?"Later,"Most people are content with an overpriced mug or chocolates from the gift shop," Ahmed said as he, Josh and Barry loaded the statue of Charles Wesley onto the minibus. "First time I've ever seen someone buy a statue as a souvenir!""I just had to buy him," Jenna smiled. "I thought £300 was an absolute bargain. The statue dates back to 1925. It used to stand in the museum lobby, but it got damaged and they put it in storage nearly twenty years ago.""Definitely a bargain," Reverend Morris replied. "You're an expert at haggling! I didn't think they'd agree to sell it, but the staff seemed glad to be rid of it! You're right, he will look lovely standing in the garden. Mr. Wesley was such a good Christian and hymn writer, so a vicarage garden is perfect for him!""I'm so glad Charles is coming to a good home," Jenna said. First a ghost and now a statue. This holiday is turning out to be great fun! She thought.At the back of the bus, the statue gave a wink.How not to ring church bells.The final day of the trip had arrived."Won't be sorry to see the back of this hotel," Gordon moaned as he lumbered into the dining room. "I feel like leaving a one-star review on Trip Advisor! I didn't sleep a wink last night, given that I had to sleep on the floor."Barry looked irritated. "You know, there was no reason why you couldn't have returned to your own room. The vicar went in and said some prayers. I'm sure that ghost wouldn't have returned.""I wasn't prepared to take any chances!""You could've slept in our room, Gordon," Josh said. "There's a sofa in it.""Well fat lot of good that does me now! Why didn't you tell me yesterday?""Um yeah. I guess I, er, forgot."Reverend Morris appeared. "Good morning everyone! Now I'm hoping we can be back home by 4pm. I'm sure you'd all like join me in thanking our wonderful bus driver Ahmed for bringing us here in the first place."There was a round of applause. Ahmed stood up and bowed."Cheers guys. It's been, an experience driving you all!""Excellent," the reverend continued. "I know this short holiday hasn't been the most exciting trip, but I'm glad you all came. Alpha and Omega are a small company and they've really struggled during the pandemic, ""Any chance they'll start doing holidays to Benidorm?" Gordon piped up. "We could have a pilgrimage, visiting the pubs."The vicar rolled his eyes. "You know they only do religious-themed breaks, Gordon. Also they only do breaks within the UK or to overseas territories.""I thought Benidorm was a British overseas territory," Gordon replied."No you daft sod, it's the place with the rock," Barry whispered."Blackpool?""Gibraltar.""Oh."Seeing as we have plenty of time, I thought we'd make our journey back a bit more exciting. There's a lovely little church I'd like you all to see. It's got a delightful bell tower."The group had a distinct lack of excitement, but tried to look interested."Well I think it's been a lovely short break," Jenna said, trying to inject some enthusiasm. "I've really enjoyed myself. Especially that visit to the museum yesterday. A good thing the other place was closed, otherwise I'd never have got my beautiful statue of Charles Wesley!"The church of St. Mary was a quaint little place of worship. It was even smaller than St. Michael's."Ooh it's just like those you see in episodes of Father Brown," Jenna smiled. "The tower is really narrow."Reverend Morris nodded. "Indeed it is. We're going up there to have a go at ringing the bells, there are only two bells. I spoke to Father Julian on the phone earlier. Only two people can fit into the tower, so we'll have to go up in pairs.""I take it there's only two bell ringers?""Yes, although apparently there was an occasion when one person rang both bells all by himself!"The minibus pulled up outside the church, and the group filed in."Ah, greetings to you all!" A small, withered old man smiled, who wouldn't have looked out of place in a Charles Dickens novel."Thanks for allowing us to partake in this very special exercise, Father Julian," Reverend Morris said, shaking the old man's hand."Not at all! A pleasure to have visitors here at our church. "We don't get a lot at this time of year. Right, if you'd all like to follow me, and I'll lead you to the bell tower. It is a truly unique tower, I trust all of you are able bodied persons? The tower is accessed by a ladder, ""Did he say a ladder?" Gordon said, looking uneasy. "Uh-oh.""Right, as Reverend Morris has already explained, the tower has a maximum capacity of two people, so if you'd like to buddy up," Father Julian said. "Reverend, I'll take you up and show you the ropes as it were, unless you'd prefer to go up with your wife?""Oh it's okay, you go first, Simon," Jenna smiled. "I don't mind bell ringing with,” she glanced at Barry. "Someone else, ""Fine by me," Reverend Morris replied. "Lead the way, Father."Father Julian scrambled up the ladder with the agility of a mountain goat. "Just follow me. It's quite high. And the hatch is a bit of a squeeze."I'm not going up there!" Gordon muttered. "Just looking up at that is bringing on my vertigo and claustrophobia."Reverend Morris spent a good ten minutes taking photos and having a go at ringing the two bells."Gosh that was fun! I really enjoyed that. I'm sure the others will too. Lovely view of the Lincolnshire countryside. Bell ringing is much harder than it looks! I attempted to ring the bells at my church once, didn't do a very good job, alas!"Bishop Julian and Reverend Morris descended the ladder."Right, who wants to go next? Jenna and Gordon, how about you?"Gordon gulped. "Er, actually I think I'll sit this one out if you don't mind. Ladders and tiny spaces are a phobia of mine. I had this traumatic experience with a cathedral organ many years ago. I had to climb up into the organ loft and I ended up spending a whole weekend inside it."Sniggering broke out amongst the others."I read this article online about a guy in Florida who was an organist," Norman said. "He died after he shoved one of the organ pipes up his, ""Um yes, I don't think that's a suitable story for inside a church!" Reverend Morris interrupted, as Father Julian listened intently."I wonder if the pipe would've played a note if the man had broken wind? I mean, a fart is air, isn't it? And it comes out at high pressure." Father Julian wondered. "I wouldn't advise inserting an organ pipe up one's rear. Most tend to be made of lead, which is an extremely toxic metal. I assume lead poisoning is what killed the unfortunate fellow?""No Father. He died from a ruptured colon. He shoved the pipe too far in.""It's alright Gordon," Jenna interrupted. "I'll go up with Barry. We'll take some photos of the bells for you.""Thanks. Is there a pipe organ in this church? I think that would interest me a lot more.""Ah no pipe organ here, I'm afraid," Father Julian replied. "We don't have the space. In the 18th century, there was a clavichord. But nowadays we have a Yamaha electric piano."Gordon looked horrified. "A church without an organ? Sacrilege! Er, I mean, what a shame.""You're welcome to exercise your fingers on the piano," Father Julian said."Eh well, go on then."Father Julian gave Jenna and Barry a brief instruction on bell ringing before they ascended the ladder."I won't say ladies first," Barry said. "Talk like that gets you in trouble these days."However Jenna had already decided to go first. "Don't mind if I do, Barry!" She began climbing the ladder, and seemed oblivious to the fact that the short skirt she was wearing afforded Barry an up-skirter's ultimate fantasy. He cleared his throat as he began following her up the ladder."White panties, Umm, my favorite," he mused to himself. "A view one could never get tired of." His glasses started steaming up."Blimey, bit of a tight squeeze in here, isn't it?" Barry said, as he finally made it through the hatch and into the bell ringing chamber. Not much bigger than a toilet cubicle is it?" He put heavy emphasis on the words 'toilet cubicle.'"It's nice and intimate," Jenna said, winking at him. "Nice big pair," she said, looking at the bells."A little birdy told me you're good at playing instruments.""I play the piano, oh and Gordon's been teaching me to play the organ.""Mmm, yes. And he likes it when you play his 'little organ' too, am I right?""You seem to know a lot about me, Barry." Jenna grinned. "I think that little birdy must have been Gordon.""Oh he told me many interesting things about you. Your 21st birthday surprise in the church, for example. Now I'm a humble agnostic. But I think I've seen the light and I'm eager to join the Church of Jenna. But I need some help. What do I have to do to be accepted into this special church of yours?"Jenna walked up to him and ran a finger down his cheek. "Worship me."At that moment, Barry became a born-again worshipper.He kissed Jenna, slowly forcing her over until she fell back, this incredible feeling of his lips on hers. His head dropped to her breasts as his hands expertly sought out her darkest place. She felt a surge of electricity as his tongue ravished her nipples, his hand under her skirt, sliding her wet panties aside."Oh Barry. I think I'd better try and ring one of these bells."She pulled hard on the rope as his fingers delved in and out of her, her climax on the teetering brink of oblivion as the electricity shocked her nerves and her vaginal muscles clenched around his index finger while his thumb nudged her clit slowly."One of them isn't putting much effort in!" Reverend Morris remarked as he and the others heard a single bell being rung. "I bet Jenna's the one doing all the work."Jenna saw Barry smile as she reached orgasm. Damn, this man was skilled with his fingers! With one arm under hers, he half-lifted her until she was lying against his body on the floor of the bell tower.With that Jenna straddled him as she sat down on his lap, facing him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She couldn't stop herself and immediately reached for a kiss and her hips begin to grind slowly. Barry was startled a little by her gestures but couldn't resist."Jenna," he murmured, kissing her earlobe.His hands started feeling down her back and they squeezed her arse. She kissed his jawline and whispered something rude in his ear. He chuckled."Vixen, "She felt him thrust up against her as he groaned and she could feel how hard he was."You're really not the typical vicar's wife," Barry murmured. His hands started unbuttoning her top as her fingers began to unfasten his trousers. Her kisses got more passionate and hungry.Barry pulled away for a moment and unfastened Jenna's bra, her breasts springing forth. His hands began to caress them, squeezing them, running his palms up and down, feeling them jiggle as his thumbs rubbed her nipples. She breathed heavily, but stayed quiet and sucked on her lower lip to mute her desire to moan. It only turned Barry on further. He gave a quick tug on one of the bell ropes.Jenna freed Barry's cock from his boxer shorts and started teasing the head by sliding it up and down her tingling clit."Does he look familiar?" He asked."Hmm?"Barry grinned. "Gloryhole in Excelsis?"Her jaw dropped. "That was you?""Yes." He grabbed his shaft and slid it inside, thrusting himself up into her. The sensations sparked pleasure all through Jenna's body. She started riding him slow and choppy, feeling him deep inside her, feeling shocks of pleasure with each thrust. At the same time, he pulled hard on the bell rope."And they say men can't multi-task," Barry panted, as he rang the bell whilst fucking the vicar's wife at the same time.Jenna laughed and gasped. He felt so amazing and hot inside her. He fucked her hard. She started going faster and faster, unable to stop the momentum, the high getting higher and sweeter. His face showed total animalistic lust and want."Ahh!" she groaned.There was no stopping the rush of Jenna's second orgasm. The sensations filled her body as her face flushed. She opened her eyes and gazed into Barry's. He felt her climaxing and the amazing amount of wetness dripping from her. She was squirting all over the place. He closed his eyes as he climaxed too and filled her with his cum.Slowly, he withdrew his cock. Jenna was breathless."Well, Barry, I am pleased to say, you have been accepted into my church!""Good Lord, how hard were you yanking those ropes?" Norman and Josh said, as Jenna and Barry descended the ladder, looking extremely sweaty."Bell ringing is extremely hard work!" Jenna panted. "You don't need to go to a gym to have a great upper body workout!" To be continued.By Blacksheep for Literotica.

Fellatio Rites for the Ghost of John WesleyA Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jenna took a deep breath as she approached Oakwood Road Methodist Church."Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Reverend Morris asked.She patted his shoulder. "I'll be fine Simon. You don't need to worry. It's the ghost of John Wesley, not Jack the Ripper. This is exciting! I hope he'll appear!""Right, well, I'll be sat in the car then. I hope you won't be too long. Remember, just turn and run the moment you feel in any way uncomfortable.""Reverend Morris, I think you're scared!""No I'm not! I can't help being concerned for the safety of the woman I love can I? Aren't you a tiny bit nervous?""I'm as cool as spring water," Jenna replied. "I was reading all about John Wesley last night. He was a true gentleman. I'm sure this won't take long."Reverend Morris nodded as he watched his wife enter the church. "Well if anyone can fix this, Jenna can. I don't know what she said to the Archbishop of Canterbury last week, but he changed his mind about the wall plaque faster than the Government does U-turns. I wonder what she said to him? Whatever it was, Justin Welby was impressed!"He reclined in his car seat. "I was so lucky to meet Jenna. Of course, it was God who delivered her to me. That fateful Sunday morning in the vestry, oh."Father Aiden was walking along the street. Many things were on his mind. He had some important decisions to make about his future in the priesthood. Briefly glancing up from his smartphone, his heart jumped as he spotted Jenna entering the Methodist church across the road."Holy Mother, " he muttered. A rush of excitement swept over him as he recalled the intimate encounter he'd enjoyed a few weeks ago. It was that which had spurred him to think about his future. He quickly crossed the road."Hello Father!"The priest almost dropped his phone. Someone was shouting at him from a parked car."Oh, Reverend Morris. Hello there." Damn, no chance of a repeat encounter, he thought. "I've just seen your wife going into the Methodist church.""Yes, I hope she won't be long. I'm just waiting for her.""Are you alright? You look a bit anxious, if you don't mind me saying.""It's a long story, Father. I think you'd better sit down in the passenger seat and I'll tell you. You've not heard about what's been going on in Oakwood Road church have you?"The priest looked confused. "Nope. Tell me more!" He opened the car door and sat down. I could do to unburden myself too.""Okay, well, this might sound a bit weird.""I can handle anything weird," Father Aiden replied."It's about ghosts. As a Catholic, what are your thoughts on them and have you ever seen one?"Father Aiden thought about his answer very carefully. "Hmm. In theory, billions of ghosts potentially exist because billions of human beings have "lost" their bodies through death. Strictly speaking, these disembodied souls are not ghosts because they have never become discernible to any living people. Only those few souls whose presence is seen or felt by others are truly ghosts. And their existence is real.""So you've seen one?""Yes. Two actually. Once in Ireland when I was a child and another when I was based in Liverpool. I was called upon to rid a family's home of a troubled spirit."Reverend Morris looked relieved. "That's good to know.""The Old Testament also has a few ghost stories. The most famous one is in 1 Samuel 28:8--20. Here the inspired writer tells how King Saul met with the ghost of the prophet Samuel." Father Aiden replied. "Have you seen a ghost?""Yes. And not just any ghost, but the ghost of John Wesley! He's haunting the Methodist church. That's why I'm here. Jenna's gone in there to try and help him return to, the other side.""Oh I see, then she must, wait, what?" Father Aiden did a double take."Thanks for coming' along Mrs. Morris," Reverend Ewing said, shaking Jenna's hand. "I know you probably think this whole thing is crazy.""Not at all! And call me Jenna. I'm a true believer. If my husband says that you and he saw John Wesley, then I know it's true. But why does John want to see me of all people?""Your hubby mentioned that your grandma is a Methodist?""Uh yeah. Bit of a tenuous link. Like Sir Henry Barrington-Smythe's horse.""Huh?""Oh, never mind. Figure of speech.""You Brits and your little quirks!" Reverend Ewing laughed. "I'm still getting used to 'em!""You said John usually appears in the vestry?""Uh-huh. Can be anywhere in the church, but he seems to like the vestry best.""Right, well go and wait in there and say a few prayers, and see if he appears. I'm not sure I can do anything, but I'll try my best."Jenna entered the vestry. Everything looked perfectly normal in there. She closed the door and looked around."It always comes back to the vestry," she smiled to herself as she recalled when she first got to know Reverend Morris.Suddenly, the row of gowns on the rail began to swing on their hangers. The temperature dropped, and Jenna rubbed her arms."Are you there, John?" She called out."Yes."She spun round. There was no sign of the spirit. "Hey, come on, show yourself at least. It's no fun talking to the invisible man.""My sincere apologies," John replied, and slowly faded into view. For the first time, Jenna was taken aback. "My God, you really are John Wesley, "He nodded and bowed. "Bless ye, for am so honored you hath come here. If I may be so bold to say, you be a lady of great beauty my dear.""Very kind of you to say, Mr. Wesley." Jenna said. "Why are you back in the land of the living? Aren't you happy in Heaven?""Ah yes," he began. "Happier than mortals can ever imagine. But you see, I feel compelled to return to this realm every All Hallow's Eve. I like to re-visit the places where I worshipped back when I was alive. And it was in this very place where this church now stands that I preached to crowds back in the autumn of 1778.""You've got a lot of places to visit in just one night," Jenna said. "I read all about you. You travelled all over England spreading the Word of the Lord. Plus you went to America, the colonies, when you were younger.""Indeed I did, yes. To my regret, I lingered a little too long here, for I found myself unable to return to the afterlife. The sun had started to rise, heralding All Saint's Day. Thus, I am trapped here in this church until next All Hallow's Eve. Only a tremendous release of positive energy could allow me to return before then.""Oh dear. May I ask why out of all the people in the world, you wanted to see me? What can I do? My gran is a Methodist. Is that the reason?""No Miss Jenna. It was your aura that attracted me. It's very strong. I believe God himself must've embodied you with some sort of innate goodness that allows you to help people.""You're making me sound like some kind of saint! I assure you I'm just a regular human being. I'm not particularly gifted in anything, although I do try to be a good person, "John had a rather dreamy expression on his face. "You remind me so much of Grace Murray, a lady I loved and lost, only you be far prettier than her."It was then that Jenna had an idea. A huge grin spread across her face. She'd read all about John Wesley's life and how unlucky he'd been in love. "A tremendous release of positive energy, you say? I think I know something which may cause that!"John put his hands together. "You do? Pray, do tell, my dear.""You need to experience an orgasm. What could be more positive than that?"He blinked. "I beg your pardon?""Oh you know, " She tried to think of a period-appropriate phrase so he'd understand. "The end act of carnal relations?"He blushed. "Oh. Miss Jenna I be a man of God. I don't see how, "Jenna sank to her knees. "Only one way to find out, John!" She paused. So he's a ghost. I've never pleasured a ghost before. Isn't he composed of just gas? He's quite cute, for someone who died in 1791! I wonder if,She reached out to touch him, and expected her hand to pass right through his body, but it didn't. He jolted at her touch."Don't worry John. I've done this before, many times in fact. It's a great honor to be able to do it to you. I'm sure this will help you."The moment of first contact had arrived. Jenna let one hand gently glide ever so slightly over John's thigh, encased in tight black breeches. Reaching out with the other hand, she ran it over his crotch, feeling an impressive bulge."Oh my! I feel strangely warmed yet again!" John sighed.Jenna fumbled with the buttons on his breeches, being more used to zippers. Something large and splendid lurked within. Either that or he had a Bible stuffed down there. "My God!" she gasped, as the Methodist's member was revealed. The short, slightly-built John Wesley was hung like a horse!"How on earth were you so unlucky in love?" Jenna exclaimed."Mostly the ladies deserted me long before I even reached the bedchamber," he mumbled."Well I'm not deserting you." She wrapped her lips around his cock head and swirled her tongue for a bit before plunging all the way down his shaft. He emitted a deep and low groan.Jenna slowly bobbed her head along his shaft over and over, with her hands grabbing his thighs for support. He moaned in pleasure with each and every stroke of her soft and warm mouth."Oh dear God," he whimpered. "Your mouth. It feels amazing."It was clear that poor John Wesley had never experienced a blowjob before, not in life, nor the afterlife, and Jenna instantly felt very generous to be giving him this incredible gift. His breathing was erratic, and she sensed that he had already reached a point of near-climax, and was doing everything he could to fight it off.Jenna's expert mouth slowly bobbed up and down his shaft. She then paused at the bottom and held his huge shaft completely inside her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She reached through his legs, grabbed his arse, and pulled him toward her in an attempt to get him even deeper into her throat."Uh!" he moaned. "I'm not going to last much longer. I fear I shall spend!"Outside the vestry, Reverend Ewing paced back and forth, wondering what the strange groaning noises were all about."The hell is going' on in there?" She said out loud.Jenna slowly slid her mouth back over his shaft and removed him from her mouth. She wore the naughtiest smile, and John could tell she was thoroughly enjoying this as much as he was. She took his cock into her mouth once more and slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft. He responded with another moan, louder and more urgent than before. She removed him once again from her mouth and looked toward him with a smile. the faint silver light surrounding John was more radiant than before."Are you ready to spend?" She asked, looking up at him from her knees. John was so overwhelmed, he couldn't speak. He simply nodded his head and grunted."Then I want you to come for me," she said. With that, she slid his wet cock back into her mouth. Once again she reached through his legs to grab his arse and pull him toward her, and she began to furiously fuck him with her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust himself into her mouth, over and over, filling the vestry with the wet sound of fellation.Jenna began moaning, and her muffled moans seemed to push John over the edge. With her mouth still filled with his cock, he stopped his thrusting and gave a loud groan. His body tensed and shook, and Jenna did everything she could to swallow his massive load, but it was too much. Some of his thick cum leaked from the corner of her mouth and splashed down the front of her pink top."Ah!" John sighed, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Thoroughly satisfied, he cried out in joy. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"Pleased to have completely drained him, she removed his cock from her mouth. His cum was delicious. Ghost cum tasted just as good as that from a living man.All at once, a pillar of light surrounded John."Ah! I'm free once more! You've freed me Jenna! I can't thank you enough! I can return and be at peace!" He began to rise up into the air. "I hope we shall meet again sometime! Farewell and God bless!"Jenna stood up and wiped her lips. "Godspeed, John! Oh! Just one more thing, next time you visit, can you bring your brother Charles along?"Reverend Ewing was about to knock on the vestry door, when it suddenly opened."Oh! Is everything alright?""Everything's fine. You can reopen your church. John's spirit is at peace once more.""For sure? He's really gone? But how?""I just said a prayer for him. Told him how much his teaching continues to inspire people to this day. That seemed to satisfy him and he just faded away.""Well thank you so much, Jenna," the reverend said, shaking her hand. "I'm so glad it's all over. It was really stressing me out! and I'm so happy that John is at peace in the Lord's kingdom again. Oh, what's that on your clothing?"Jenna looked down and was mortified at the huge globs of cum. "Oh dear. It's, candle wax. I didn't realize it had spilled. I must get going now, Reverend Ewing. Simon is waiting in the car and he'll be getting worried.""Of course. Thank you again, and give my regards to Simon!"When she'd gone, Reverend Ewing looked round the vestry. "Hmm, strange. There are no candles in here."The lecherous church warden meets his match.After peace was restored to Oakwood Road Methodist Church, and the spirit of John Wesley successfully liberated, Jenna and Reverend Morris turned their attentions to this weekend's Remembrance Sunday service. This was always a major event, and the people would be crammed into St. Michael's like sardines."I've finally completed this special sermon," Reverend Morris said, handing Jenna his iPad. "Have a read and tell me what you think. I included your suggestions about the importance of teaching the younger generation about those who died in wars. Also the bit about Winston Churchill being a flawed figure. Good suggestion, that. As human beings we are all flawed in some way.""It looks fantastic. Let me grab a coffee and settle down to enjoy this!""I hope it won't come across as too boring. You know I always get paranoid about my sermons. So many churchgoers dread a long sermon!""Your sermons are always fun and relevant, Simon, You're too hard on yourself."The mild-mannered vicar smiled. "Aww, thanks! Oh and I hope Norman Winstanley behaves himself this weekend. I had to have a quiet word with him during the Wednesday morning service.""The new churchwarden? What's he done wrong?""Well, as you know, he took over from dear old Albert who died last month. He'd previously been at St. John's, but sadly, that church has closed for good and is being demolished. Such a shame. It was a great church back in the day.""Very sad when a church dies. What are they building in its place?" Jenna asked."An Aldi supermarket. Anyways, about Norman. He's sixty-five and a terrible lecher, to put it plainly. Some say he's Sid James and Benny Hill cranked up to eleven. He didn't get nicknamed Carry On Norm for nothing."Jenna was immediately intrigued. How come I've never noticed this guy before? She thought. "Ooh. So he likes to ogle young women does he?""Yes, but not just young! I've seen him staring at the legs of older women too. Last Sunday, I caught him perving at Mrs. Wilcox when she was doing the flower arranging. And she's about eighty! Though I admit, she does have nice legs, for someone er, so mature.""Naughty boy. At least he's not ageist." Jenna said. "He needs to get on OnlyFans."Reverend Morris couldn't help but laugh. "You always try to see the best in everyone! Well just looking is one thing, but Norman has built up a bit of a reputation for being a qualified pincher of bottoms. I won't tolerate that sort of behavior. It's completely unacceptable. I'm surprised he's avoided getting into more trouble, to be honest.""Is he married?""No, widowed. Took early retirement too. Has far too much time on his hands. And we all know that the Devil makes work for idle hands, ""So true," Jenna nodded. "He makes bottoms for idle hands to pinch. "I don't think I've seen Norman. What does he look like?""Well he wears glasses and he's the spitting image of Frank Carson."Jenna blinked. "Who?""Heh, I keep forgetting the age gap between us. Frank was a Northern Irish comedian. He's dead now. My dad was and still is a massive fan of him. He used to go and see him on stage at Blackpool in the 1990s." Reverend Morris looked up a picture of the comedian on his phone and showed it to her."Ok. I'll keep an eye out for Norman this Sunday!""If he tries anything with you, tell me at once!""Oh don't worry. He wouldn't dare," Jenna replied, smirking to herself, an idea already forming in her mind. Naughty Norman. I can't have a churchwarden with wandering hands threatening Simon's church. I'd better get my hands on him before he causes any more trouble!As expected, the Sunday service was very well-attended. Jenna had arrived early, as she wanted to sit in a specific place right in the front pew. She chose to sit on the left side, in front of the organ. She'd chosen this spot because it was semi-hidden, due to a convenient pillar. More importantly, Norman the churchwarden would soon be standing here, just a few feet away, ready to direct people when it was time to take communion. For Remembrance Sunday, Jenna had chosen a smart, but conservative black dress and a silk scarf featuring a poppy pattern. She was wearing two paper poppy badges, and one of them was in a very intimate place."I hope this isn't disrespectful to the war dead," she thought to herself as she crossed her legs. "But it's necessary. This is for the good of the church's reputation. Very helpful that these self-adhesive poppy badges exist now. I just hope it doesn't drop off, "Before long, Norman Winstanley appeared and Jenna recognized him at once. Her husband's Frank Carson description had been spot on. The guy looked just like him. A full head of white hair, glasses and bushy eyebrows. A stocky build, with a beer gut. Norman looked very smart. He was wearing a dark grey suit with white shirt and maroon tie. He had big hairy hands. Jenna wondered if other parts of his body were hairy."Ah, that's him. Mr. Wandering Hands Winstanley," she said to herself. She should've been repulsed by this randy old boomer, like most women her age would be, but as usual, she found herself lusting after him and getting wet."I wonder if he wears y-fronts like Gordon? He looks the type." Of all the different types of underwear she'd seen men of this church wearing, y-fronts and boxer shorts were her favorite.Norman stood in his usual place, ready to direct the lost sheep, as he termed the congregation, to the pews, and then out again, when called for communion. St. Michael's had an efficient system whereby the congregation, one pew at a time, went up for communion, walked in a circle round the church and back to their seat. This system had been introduced during the pandemic, but had proved so successful, it had been kept on.Suddenly, the strains of the organ interrupted the quietness of the church, as Gordon began playing the opening hymn, O God Our Help in Ages Past.Everyone dutifully stood up, and it was then that Jenna caught Norman's eye. She noticed him staring and winked at him. He winked back at her. Immediately, she knew she had his full, undivided attention.Who's that tasty little filly? Norman thought. I haven't seen her before. Mind you, I've only been helping out here a week. Not many young lasses in this church. She's a pretty one. Mmm, I'd like to goose her!Look at him, undressing me with his eyes, Jenna smirked. Oh he's horny all right. I think he needs a lot more than a butt cheek to pinch. I bet his balls are as blue as a Smurf's arse.The hymn finished, and everyone sat down, as Reverend Morris began the usual start of the morning Eucharist."A very blessed welcome to all who have joined us today, for this, our special Remembrance Sunday service. We are gathered here today to reflect on those who gave their lives in the service of this country. At the same time, we reflect on those who are currently enduring the horrors of war. The people of Ukraine, Syria and Afghanistan. Let us pray, "Jenna bowed her head. At the same time, she crossed her legs and slid her dress up, exposing some creamy white thigh. Norman's eyes almost popped out of his head. She was sure she heard him utter a noise, rather like the whinny of a horse. At the same time, Gordon peered over the top of the organ, waiting for his cue to start playing the Gloria in Excelsis. His elevated position afforded him a perfect view of Jenna, when he spotted her sitting right at the front. He assumed she'd chosen to sit there for his benefit."Venus herself," he muttered, gazing at her flawless legs and remembering the last time they'd been wrapped round his body at the vicarage social. He felt his cock starting to throb. "God she makes me feel glad that I was born a man!"A cough brought him to his senses. Josh the curate was desperately trying to attract his attention as discreetly as possible."Oh, sorry!" Gordon whispered, fumbling with his music sheets. He started playing the Gloria.Jenna was getting excited just thinking about flashing her white panties. Her nipples were already erect and hard and she could feel that familiar warm, moist sensation between her legs. Slowly, she slid her dress up higher and uncrossed her legs, doing so in such a way that it was impossible to avoid a panty flash. She looked at Norman and raised an eyebrow. He let out an audible gasp and his face flushed a shade of red that looked as if his blood pressure had reached stroke-inducing levels. Fumbling in his pocket, he grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his face. Jenna noticed how his forehead and upper lip were glistening with sweat.No-Nut November might be a thing, but not in my world, Jenna thought. At this rate, poor Norman will have collapsed before I even get to unzip him. He was looking at her again and she noticed his bulge in his trousers that he tried covering with crossed hands. Communion was rapidly approaching, and in the middle of the offertory hymn, Norman suddenly rushed off to the gents. When he returned a few minutes later, Jenna noticed his flies were unzipped. She wondered whether he'd done this deliberately or forgotten to zip up after having a pee or a wank."So you want to play do you?" Jenna whispered and winked at him.Norman was holding an order of service booklet, and deliberately dropped it. As he squatted down to pick it up, the gap in his unzipped trousers widened, allowing Jenna a glimpse of his underwear. She was thrilled to have a peek at his pale blue y-fronts and the bulge contained within."Very nice!" She mouthed to him and blew a discreet kiss.It was time to take communion, and being sat at the front, Jenna had to go first. Calmly, she rose from the pew and walked past the organ. As she did, the poppy pinned to her dress fell out."Oh dear, she said, and bent down to pick it up. As she did, she ensured her dress rose up, revealing a flash of her panties. However it was Gordon who got the full eyeful. He leant over for a better look, and clumsily knocked a load of music books off the shelf at the side of the organ."Damn and blast it," he muttered, scrambling to pick them up.Jenna took communion and walked round the church and down the side aisle. As she approached her pew, Norman "helpfully" held out his hand to direct her, and she took the opportunity to squeeze past him. As she did, she felt a hand cup her right buttock and give a little pinch."You're a dirty old man, Mr. Winstanley," she said. "Luckily for you, I happen to be a dirty young woman." Quick as a whip, she slid her hand to his crotch and groped his bulge through his unzipped trousers."Ah, oh!" Norman jolted in surprise. Jenna sat down and smiled at him."I want to see more. Do you?"His nostrils flared, and he quickly backed off, squirming with arousal and bewilderment. Jenna wondered if she'd scared him off, but as the organ music resumed and communion ended, she saw him grab the order of service booklet again and hold it sideways against his crotch. Wondering where this would lead, she was ready to play. It was much more fun than her doing all the flashing. She raised her leg and slid a finger across her panties, pulling the material to the side, giving him a peek at her pubic hair.Norman felt like he was going to cum in his underpants, if this continued. His face was red and his breathing was shallow. He wondered just how much longer he could hold on, but hold on he did. This cheeky little filly was unlike any other woman he'd ever encountered. A wiser, less lecherous man would've backed off long ago, in this age of Me Too, mindful that he could be being led into a trap. But Norman was a shameless, seasoned groper and letch, and he wasn't going to back down now. Using the booklet to shield his crotch from other members of the congregation, a swift movement of his left hand freed his cock, and the top of it poked out from his blue underpants.Not looking down at himself, not acknowledging that his erect dick was visible, the churchwarden acted as if everything was normal. Jenna couldn't stop staring at his cock. It was more ram rod than sham rod. She licked her lips and made a gesture to him with a clenched fist moving up and down.What a delicious-looking cock he has! She was practically drooling like a dog in heat, in the same way he was drooling at the sight of her pubic bush. And speaking of which, she hiked up her dress and revealed the front of her panties. Attached to them was another paper poppy.Norman's jaw dropped.At the same time, Gordon craned his neck to peer over the top of the organ again and got a grandstand view of Jenna's poppy."Holy shit!" He spluttered. He quickly sat down on the stool, but not before knocking his books over a second time.Further along the front pew, sat four old ladies all in their nineties, notorious gossips of the church."I say Margaret, I think the organist is drunk. He's not quite himself. He was dreadfully out of time when he played the Gloria!""Well really. It's disgraceful. On Remembrance Sunday of all days. Oh my good gracious, Mavis! Look at that! The churchwarden's flies are undone!"Immediately, the four of them leant forward in unison to get a better look."Heaven's above, you can see his, concern! How shocking! Somebody should tell him!""Maud, it's times like this that I really envy the youth. They have those fancy telephones that take instant photos.""The last time I saw a man in such a state was in 1943, and I'd just turned eighteen. Those American G I blokes, such good times!"Jenna couldn't wait any longer. The service wouldn't end for another ten minutes. Removing the poppy from her panties, she adjusted her dress and rose from the pew. "Join me in the gents," she whispered, and pressed the poppy into Norman's hand. "Lest we forget!"Norman just nodded, stunned. He glanced down at the poppy. My God, what a precious object. He would treasure it forever. Carefully placing it in his shirt pocket, he zipped up his trousers and discreetly made his way to the toilets at the front of the church.The gents toilets were empty, and Jenna made her way past the row of urinals and into the end cubicle. Moments later, she heard the door open and Norman entered. He nervously glanced round."Pist, in here!" Jenna said, ushering him inside. She locked the cubicle door and closed the toilet lid."Who are you?" Norman spluttered. "You're a cunning little vixen! I want to take handfuls of you, you're amazing! You've got me well and truly foxed!""My name is Jenna," she replied. "And you're Norman, yes? Our new churchwarden?"He nodded."If you don't mind," she said looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, "I'd love to suck that hard cock of yours."Norman looked like all his Christmases and birthdays had come at once. "Oh Jenna, I'd love for you to suck me," he sighed. "I'd love to cum in your mouth. I'd love to watch you swallow all of my thick cum!"Jenna sat down on the toilet and unzipped his trousers, then unbuckled his belt. Wanting full, unobstructed access to the churchwarden's member, she pulled his trousers and y-fronts down to his ankles. Norman said nothing, he simply stood there, watching her work her magic. He never once wondered why such a young and attractive woman would want to suck his cock so willingly. It had been years, decades even, since a woman had wanted to pleasure him! He was actually getting a blowjob from a stunning redhead, for free!""What a lovely cock you've got, Norman. I could see how big it was when you gave me that cheeky little glimpse of it in the church service earlier!" She wasn't lying. He did indeed have a nice plump shaft, with big balls, and wiry white pubes."Some men are like fine wine, they get better with age!"Without hesitation, she impaled her mouth on his shaft. Taking him deep while stroking him, licking him, and sucking him. Norman put his hand on the back of Jenna's head.Jenna cupped his balls, feeling them throb and pulsate, she knew precisely when he was about to cum. At the same time, she ran her other hand up under his shirt, feeling his hairy paunch."That tickles!" Norman murmured, sighing and groaning.Back in the church, the service had nearly ended, much to Gordon's relief. He really needed a pee. Thanks to Jenna, he needed a wank too, but there wasn't time. Whilst the vicar was reading out a lot of notices, he had just enough time to pop to the gents, relieve himself and head back to the organ to play the recessional hymn."Mmm," Jenna murmured, her mouth full of cock. Suddenly, Norman heard someone else enter the toilets."Jenna, someone's come in!" He whispered."Mmm," was all she could reply, and continued sucking him.Gordon hurried to a urinal and unzipped his trousers. As he began to pee, a loud groan came from the end cubicle. He ignored it and continued relieving himself. The mystery bloke in the cubicle made several loud grunts. Gordon glanced round. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "That poor sod's got a bad case of constipation."He finished, zipped up, washed his hands and hurried out of the toilets, wondering who the unfortunate man was."Oh, Oh fuck!" Norman groaned, as his climax neared. "Jenna! I'm going to give you a lovely, big creamy surprise!""Give it to me, Norman!" She felt his cock quiver and his balls tightened in her hand and she got her first taste of his cum. Jet after jet of his thick seed squirted from his cock into Jenna's eager mouth. He took out his cock to allow her to swallow his load and, as she was doing so, he stroked it and managed to squirt a few more sticky blasts all over her face."Ah," Norman panted. "That was wonderful Jenna, I enjoyed that more than anything. I hope it was as enjoyable for you as it was for me! Did you like all my cum in that sweet mouth of yours?""Oh I loved that! Your cum tastes so good, Norman!" Jenna lowered her head and planted a kiss on his cock and then on his sweaty, hairy balls. Doing a dreadful attempt at a Northern Irish accent, she added, "It's the way you tell 'em!""Eh?" Norman said."My poor attempt at a Frank Carson impression," she replied. "My husband said you resemble him.""You, you're married?""Yes," Jenna said, standing up. "I'm the vicar's wife."A look of horror appeared on Norman's face. "Oh my God, ""Don't look so worried, Norman." She put her finger to his lips. "Our little secret, yes? Of course, you need to behave yourself from now on. A little birdy told me that you are quite liberal with those wandering hands of yours. No more bum pinching and goosing of any other ladies whilst you're in St. Michael's, is that understood?"He nodded, panic in his eyes."Say it out loud, in God's name. Because God knows everything.""In the name of God, I promise I'll keep my hands to myself," Norman said."That's my Norm," she replied, planting a kiss on his lips. "We'd better get out of here. Other chaps will be coming in. You go first.""R-right. Okay." Norman zipped up his trousers, fastened his belt, composed himself and hurried out of the cubicle. He opened the door and glanced round."There's no-one here. Quick, you dash into the ladies."Jenna ran past him. As she did, she pinched his arse. "Until next time then," she giggled.Norman breathed a sigh of relief and opened the main door that led back into the church. The service had ended and people were starting to file out of the pews. Norman wiped his forehead. His mind was spinning. Not looking where he was going, he almost walked into Gordon, who'd seen him leaving the toilets."Sorry," he muttered."No worries," Gordon replied. "Listen, there's a first aid kit and other medicine in the vestry. I can get you some Dulcolax tablets."Norman looked confused. "What?""No need to be embarrassed. All us older blokes get constipated from time to time. I couldn't help but overhear you in the gents earlier, and you seemed to be in bloody agony with your bowels!"To be continued.By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

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Bienvenidos a otro Podcast sobre novelas de La Edad de Sigmar en TERRAESCRIBIENTE. "DOMINIO" Una Novela de los Stormcast Eternals. Parte 3. LA HISTORIA En los barrios de chabolas empapados por la lluvia de Excelsis, el mercenario Niksar Astaboras negocia borracho su camino hacia una existencia sin sentido. Poco le importa la guerra que se libra entre hombres y monstruos más allá de las murallas de la ciudad, a pesar de los presagios de su amenaza invasora. La vida mortal en el Reino de las Bestias es bastante corta, y abandonar el refugio de la civilización es rendirse a una muerte segura. Pero la muerte está llegando a Excelsis. Las fuerzas de la Destrucción están en movimiento y el reino tiembla con cada paso atronador. En las tierras salvajes, un nuevo y siniestro enemigo abruma incluso a los poderosos Stormcast Eternals. Sin embargo, justo cuando todo parece perdido, surge un campeón inesperado, uno con el que Niksar está indisolublemente unido, listo para liderar una cruzada en el corazón mismo de la oscuridad. Envuelto en este angustioso viaje, Niksar se ve obligado a elegir entre la lealtad y la posibilidad de sobrevivir, y al hacerlo descubre su verdadero valor en la batalla más grande hasta el momento contra las fuerzas salvajes de Destrucción. Escrito por Darius Hinks. Por favor sigue las redes y grupos: Canal de Whatsapp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaCcO2s1NCrQqLpfFR3u Twitter: https://twitter.com/TerraEscriba Telegram: https://t.me/+62_TRJVg-3cxNDZh Instagram: www.instagram.com/terraescribiente/ Tik tok: www.tiktok.com/@terraescribiente Youtube: www.youtube.com/@Terraescribiente También subscríbete a TERRAESCRIBIENTE en IVOOX, ITUNES Y SPOTIFY! Dale me gusta a cada Podcast y coméntalos! Ayuda mucho! Gracias!

The February Church Trip continues.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A statue is fine, too."What a night," Gordon groaned, as he sat down at the breakfast table with Ahmed and Barry. "I've never endured hell such as this. You'd get better treatment in prison than this hotel!""Fancy a ghost choosing to haunt your room," Barry chuckled. "Not sure who I should feel more sorry for, you or the ghost!""It's not funny Barry! I was almost bloody shitting myself. It was terrifying!" Gordon snapped back."Aye, the sight of you in your y-fronts is enough to terrify anything!""That must be why it never followed you into our room," Ahmed interrupted, pouring himself a cup of coffee.Presently, Jenna and Reverend Morris entered the dining room. "Morning boys! Ooh, so you saw the ghost too? Simon and I saw him, the headless preacher!""Yes, he just appeared in our room when we were er,” Reverend Morris began, and then he started to blush."Unpacking our bags," Jenna continued. "There he was, just standing by the side of the bed. I was so scared!" She added, lying of course."We didn't see any ghost, but the washbasin in our room doesn't work," Josh said. "The water won't come out. Just black stuff!""Same here," Gordon replied. "I got a sink full of soil!""According to an old bloke I met in the lounge, it's not soil at all, but gunpowder." Norman said, placing a plate loaded with what looked like inedible food on the table."Gunpowder? That's bollocks," Barry laughed. "You're not going to eat any of that are you? I'd say there's more toxic waste on your plate than in Chernobyl.""Hmm," Norman poked at the carcinogenic-looking sausages, which were virtually cremated. The bacon, if one could call it that, was not so much swimming in oil but drowned in it. The scrambled egg looked worse."Don't eat any of that scrambled egg," Gordon said. "Apart from looking like dog puke, it tastes like it too.""Thanks," Norman grimaced, pushing the plate away. "Suddenly I've lost my appetite. I think, I'll skip breakfast and buy something to eat later.Reverend Morris looked at Jenna and shook his head. "Well, maybe the trip to the museum will be more, enjoyable?"She smiled back and squeezed his thigh under the table. "I'm sure it will."The small group boarded the minibus, ready for the short journey into the center of Epworth."What's this place we're going to?" Jenna asked, as Reverend Morris checked his smartphone."Well unfortunately, the Old Rectory, which is the birthplace of John and Charles Wesley, is currently closed for the winter season. It reopens in April."A chorus of groans echoed through the bus.Gordon rolled his eyes. "Oh this just gets better, Vicar. What travel agent offers holidays to see a museum which is closed until April, in January?""Oh Simon, this is so disappointing. I really wanted to see the birthplace of the Wesleys!" Jenna sighed."I know, I know. I'm disappointed too. As a compromise, there is another museum a few miles away, called Epworth Fields Museum. It's small, but there are some great 17th and 18th century exhibits there, so that's where we're heading.""I'd have more fun wandering round Tesco," Gordon muttered to Barry.""I'd have more fun with the vicar's wife," Barry replied."Oho! You've changed your tune. What happened to 'dream on, she's way too old for you?' You're older than I am!""Yes well, that was before." Barry paused."Before what?"Barry took a deep breath. "Look, if I tell you, promise me you won't say anything?""I'm all ears," Gordon said. "And relax, your secret's safe with me."Barry started whispering and told his cousin about the fateful gloryhole encounter.Epworth Fields Museum was a three-story Georgian building would never rival the British Museum or the Tower of London in terms of interesting exhibits, but it was better than nothing. An added bonus was that entry was free.After looking round some of the rooms, the group split up and began doing their own thing. Reverend Morris was engaged in a long conversation with a member of staff, who was also a vicar. Feeling bored, Jenna wandered off. She wondered where Gordon and the others had gone. Horniness was gnawing at her again. She headed towards the south end of the second floor. At the end of the long corridor, she pushed through a heavy door and stepped onto a landing. She descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing off the painted walls. The sound was so hollow and cold that she might have been in a vast pyramid or some other ancient structure, alone but for the companionship of unseen spirits.Being a cold Tuesday morning in January, the museum was severely lacking in visitors. The place had an abandoned air, and she was suddenly aware that she was alone on this floor. As she reached for the handle of the door that led to the first-floor corridor, she thought she heard someone whisper her name. Jenna went through the door and found that the lower corridor was carpeted in the same hideous orange nylon as was the upper one. The decorator had a clown's taste for bright colors. It made her squint."Pretty sure this isn't authentic 18th century," she said to herself. A display board caught her eye. It was all about John and Charles Wesley. She recognized their portraits immediately."It was an honor to meet you last year John," Jenna said, smiling at the portrait of the white-haired Methodist minister. "Wish I could've met your brother as well, I wonder if his cock is as big as yours?" She pulled out her smartphone and took a photo of the images.Suddenly, she heard the door at the head of the stairs open with a faint but protracted squeak of hinges. She stepped back, expecting someone to descend from the second floor, but no-one appeared."Huh, weird," she said. Without thinking, Jenna leaned against the wood-paneled wall, which was actually a concealed doorway. It suddenly opened, and Jenna screamed as she went tumbling into a dark passage. The wood-paneled door slid shut behind her, and nothing but her smartphone remained on the floor of the corridor,Jenna staggered to her feet. "Where am I? Looks like there's some sort of secret room here, oh wow, I can't see a thing in here!"A light clicked on. Jenna assumed it was a motion-activated sensor. The small room was crammed with furniture that was covered in dust sheets. Old exhibits that the museum no longer wished to display, damaged stuff, spare panels. It reminded her of the storeroom in the church hall."I'd better get out of here, there might be CCTV or something." The last thing she wanted was to be accused of stealing."Oh I assure you, we are completely unobserved," a male voice uttered."Who said that?" Jenna spun round. She appeared to be alone in the room. Was there a hidden microphone somewhere?""Over here," the voice said again. "In the corner."Jenna cautiously walked around the shrouded furniture. "Where are you?""Right in front of you my dear!"Jenna looked straight ahead. A six-foot tall bronze statue of a man was standing in the corner. As she looked closely, she realized that it was a statue of Charles Wesley."Oh, a statue of Charles!" She exclaimed, reaching out to touch it, and the statue's mouth relaxed into a smile."Greetings Jenna.""Eep!" Jenna stumbled backwards and almost tripped over a chair."My apologies for scaring you. I thought you wished to meet me," the statue replied."My dear brother John has told me so much about you."Jenna blinked, her jaw dropping. "He has?""Indeed yes! He told me you were a very special lady. Not many could unleash such a power as to return a trapped soul back to God's realm. It's an honor to meet you. I just had to meet you!""It's an honor to meet you too Charles! I love your hymns! How, are you a statue? And why has the museum shoved you in this dusty little storeroom? You should be on display."Charles chuckled. "Oh I assure you I'm not actually a statue. I just sort of possessed this statue so I could have a solid body, as it were.""Hmm, I see." Jenna wondered how this could be. After all, John had been perfectly solid when he'd appeared as a ghost. Evidently all ghosts were different."My statue has been in this room for a long time," Charles continued. "My plinth is damaged. And I'm missing one of my fingers on my left hand, look!" He raised his hand. "It broke off. I suppose that is why the museum shoved me in here? Maybe they forgot about me, or couldn't afford the repairs?"Jenna was dismayed that a statue of her favorite historical figure had been dumped in storage like an unwanted toy."I wonder if the museum would let me buy your statue? How magnificent you'd look, standing in the vicarage's garden!""You'd really do that for me?""Of course I would! I'm sure your plinth can be easily fixed. We have an enormous garden, you could stand next to the sundial. And every year, I could put a wreath by your plinth to honor your birthday, ""Mmm, may I kiss you Jenna?" The statue whispered, and Jenna smirked back at him."I thought you'd never ask!"Charles kissed her cheek. "A man should always respond to a lady in a polite manner." Now Jenna was curious at just how this was going to unfold.He took her gently in his arms and kissed her jawline and neck with a tenderness and passion that one would never expect a statue to have.Jenna wanted to speak, but couldn't. His kisses were intoxicating, and she was powerless to resist.Not caring that another member of staff could enter the storeroom at any time, Jenna allowed Charles to undress her. He pulled her to the floor and unfastened his breeches."Oh, just as big as John's!" said Jenna, marveling as she took in the sight of Charles' enormous cock for the first time. The moisture between her legs had now grown so great that it actually began to drip down the inside of her thigh."I'll be gentle, my dearest one," the statue smiled.He shifted his position again, placed one hand beside her shoulder and advanced his knees between Jenna's parted lower limbs. In his other hand, he took his member and placed it at the entry to her cunt. He paused a moment and pushed forward. Jenna gave a brief wince, he was huge, and his cock, being made of bronze, was damned cold at first! Charles began to thrust.He pulled his hips back so that his hard cock withdrew partially from her sweet grip. He pushed forward again and buried himself back inside her. Jenna moaned at the sensation of him moving in her."Oh yes, please. More!"The feel of her wet flesh slipping over his sensitive head and shaft sent a shiver through him and he grunted from the pleasure of it.Suddenly, Jenna's eyes opened wide in surprise and delight and she gasped. She moaned and wrapped her legs around Charles to rock herself against him. She breathed harder and faster until she shuddered and cried out loud as she climaxed and writhed beneath him."Ah, ah, ah!"Charles felt his cock aching with the rising and uncontrollable tide of approaching release. He shouted his delight as he spurted his cum deep inside her."Ahh Jenna! Praise the Lord!"The trip to the museum had come to an end. Reverend Morris and the rest of the group had assembled in the foyer."Okay everyone, time to head back to the minibus. Are we all here? Oh wait, where's Jenna?""Haven't seen her since we arrived," Gordon said. "Maybe she's still upstairs?""I'll ring her phone," the vicar replied. It rang for a bit and then went to voicemail."Hmm, she's not answering. Right, I'll go and look for her."In the storeroom, tired and sweaty, Jenna still had her arms wrapped round the statue of Charles Wesley."Ooh I so needed that," she whispered, enjoying the sensation of cold bronze against her bare skin. "Charles are you, Charles?" Jenna opened her eyes and stood up. The statue was no longer alive, but just a normal statue."Did I send him back to the other side?" She wondered, as she got dressed. "Oh well. I finally got to meet Charles Wesley, and he was amazing! She planted a kiss on the statue's cheek. "I have got to liberate you from this storeroom!"Reverend Morris hurried along the first floor corridor. "Jenna, where are you? It's time to leave! Oh!" He noticed an iPhone on the carpet."Why that's her phone!" He bent down and picked it up. "Oh God, what's happened to her?"

Bienvenidos a otro Podcast sobre novelas de La Edad de Sigmar en TERRAESCRIBIENTE. "DOMINIO" Una Novela de los Stormcast Eternals. Parte 1. LA HISTORIA En los barrios de chabolas empapados por la lluvia de Excelsis, el mercenario Niksar Astaboras negocia borracho su camino hacia una existencia sin sentido. Poco le importa la guerra que se libra entre hombres y monstruos más allá de las murallas de la ciudad, a pesar de los presagios de su amenaza invasora. La vida mortal en el Reino de las Bestias es bastante corta, y abandonar el refugio de la civilización es rendirse a una muerte segura. Pero la muerte está llegando a Excelsis. Las fuerzas de la Destrucción están en movimiento y el reino tiembla con cada paso atronador. En las tierras salvajes, un nuevo y siniestro enemigo abruma incluso a los poderosos Stormcast Eternals. Sin embargo, justo cuando todo parece perdido, surge un campeón inesperado, uno con el que Niksar está indisolublemente unido, listo para liderar una cruzada en el corazón mismo de la oscuridad. Envuelto en este angustioso viaje, Niksar se ve obligado a elegir entre la lealtad y la posibilidad de sobrevivir, y al hacerlo descubre su verdadero valor en la batalla más grande hasta el momento contra las fuerzas salvajes de Destrucción. Escrito por Darius Hinks. Por favor sigue las redes y grupos: Canal de Whatsapp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaCcO2s1NCrQqLpfFR3u Twitter: https://twitter.com/TerraEscriba Telegram: https://t.me/+62_TRJVg-3cxNDZh Instagram: www.instagram.com/terraescribiente/ Tik tok: www.tiktok.com/@terraescribiente Youtube: www.youtube.com/@Terraescribiente También subscríbete a TERRAESCRIBIENTE en IVOOX, ITUNES Y SPOTIFY! Dale me gusta a cada Podcast y coméntalos! Ayuda mucho! Gracias!

Fellatio Rites for the Ghost of John Wesley By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jenna took a deep breath as she approached Oakwood Road Methodist Church. "Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Reverend Morris asked. She patted his shoulder. "I'll be fine Simon. You don't need to worry. It's the ghost of John Wesley, not Jack the Ripper. This is exciting! I hope he'll appear!" "Right, well, I'll be sat in the car then. I hope you won't be too long. Remember, just turn and run the moment you feel in any way uncomfortable." "Reverend Morris, I think you're scared!""No I'm not! I can't help being concerned for the safety of the woman I love can I? Aren't you a tiny bit nervous?" "I'm as cool as spring water," Jenna replied. "I was reading all about John Wesley last night. He was a true gentleman. I'm sure this won't take long." Reverend Morris nodded as he watched his wife enter the church. "Well if anyone can fix this, Jenna can. I don't know what she said to the Archbishop of Canterbury last week, but he changed his mind about the wall plaque faster than the Government does U-turns. I wonder what she said to him? Whatever it was, Justin Welby was impressed!" He reclined in his car seat. "I was so lucky to meet Jenna. Of course, it was God who delivered her to me. That fateful Sunday morning in the vestry, oh." Father Aiden was walking along the street. Many things were on his mind. He had some important decisions to make about his future in the priesthood. Briefly glancing up from his smartphone, his heart jumped as he spotted Jenna entering the Methodist church across the road. "Holy Mother, " he muttered. A rush of excitement swept over him as he recalled the intimate encounter he'd enjoyed a few weeks ago. It was that which had spurred him to think about his future. He quickly crossed the road. "Hello Father!" The priest almost dropped his phone. Someone was shouting at him from a parked car. "Oh, Reverend Morris. Hello there." Damn, no chance of a repeat encounter, he thought. "I've just seen your wife going into the Methodist church." "Yes, I hope she won't be long. I'm just waiting for her." "Are you alright? You look a bit anxious, if you don't mind me saying." "It's a long story, Father. I think you'd better sit down in the passenger seat and I'll tell you. You've not heard about what's been going on in Oakwood Road church have you?" The priest looked confused. "Nope. Tell me more!" He opened the car door and sat down. I could do to unburden myself too." "Okay, well, this might sound a bit weird." "I can handle anything weird," Father Aiden replied. "It's about ghosts. As a Catholic, what are your thoughts on them and have you ever seen one?" Father Aiden thought about his answer very carefully. "Hmm. In theory, billions of ghosts potentially exist because billions of human beings have "lost" their bodies through death. Strictly speaking, these disembodied souls are not ghosts because they have never become discernible to any living people. Only those few souls whose presence is seen or felt by others are truly ghosts. And their existence is real." "So you've seen one?" "Yes. Two actually. Once in Ireland when I was a child and another when I was based in Liverpool. I was called upon to rid a family's home of a troubled spirit." Reverend Morris looked relieved. "That's good to know." "The Old Testament also has a few ghost stories. The most famous one is in 1 Samuel 28:8 thru 20. Here the inspired writer tells how King Saul met with the ghost of the prophet Samuel." Father Aiden replied. "Have you seen a ghost?" "Yes. And not just any ghost, but the ghost of John Wesley! He's haunting the Methodist church. That's why I'm here. Jenna's gone in there to try and help him return to, the other side." "Oh I see, then she must, wait, what?" Father Aiden did a double take. "Thanks for coming' along Mrs. Morris," Reverend Ewing said, shaking Jenna's hand. "I know you probably think this whole thing is crazy." "Not at all! And call me Jenna. I'm a true believer. If my husband says that you and he saw John Wesley, then I know it's true. But why does John want to see me of all people?" "Your hubby mentioned that your grandma is a Methodist?" "Uh yeah. Bit of a tenuous link. Like Sir Henry Barrington-Smythe's horse." "Huh?" "Oh, never mind. Figure of speech." "You Brits and your little quirks!" Reverend Ewing laughed. "I'm still getting used to 'em!" "You said John usually appears in the vestry?" "Uh-huh. Can be anywhere in the church, but he seems to like the vestry best." "Right, well go and wait in there and say a few prayers, and see if he appears. I'm not sure I can do anything, but I'll try my best." Jenna entered the vestry. Everything looked perfectly normal in there. She closed the door and looked around. "It always comes back to the vestry," she smiled to herself as she recalled when she first got to know Reverend Morris. Suddenly, the row of gowns on the rail began to swing on their hangers. The temperature dropped, and Jenna rubbed her arms. "Are you there, John?" She called out. "Yes." She spun round. There was no sign of the spirit. "Hey, come on, show yourself at least. It's no fun talking to the invisible man." "My sincere apologies," John replied, and slowly faded into view. For the first time, Jenna was taken aback. "My God, you really are John Wesley, " He nodded and bowed. "Bless ye, for am so honored you hath come here. If I may be so bold to say, you be a lady of great beauty my dear." "Very kind of you to say, Mr. Wesley." Jenna said. "Why are you back in the land of the living? Aren't you happy in Heaven?" "Ah yes," he began. "Happier than mortals can ever imagine. But you see, I feel compelled to return to this realm every All Hallow's Eve. I like to re-visit the places where I worshipped back when I was alive. And it was in this very place where this church now stands that I preached to crowds back in the autumn of 1778." "You've got a lot of places to visit in just one night," Jenna said. "I read all about you. You traveled all over England spreading the Word of the Lord. Plus you went to America, the colonies, when you were younger." "Indeed I did, yes. To my regret, I lingered a little too long here, for I found myself unable to return to the afterlife. The sun had started to rise, heralding All Saint's Day. Thus, I am trapped here in this church until next All Hallow's Eve. Only a tremendous release of positive energy could allow me to return before then." "Oh dear. May I ask why out of all the people in the world, you wanted to see me? What can I do? My gran is a Methodist. Is that the reason?" "No Miss Jenna. It was your aura that attracted me. It's very strong. I believe God himself must've embodied you with some sort of innate goodness that allows you to help people." "You're making me sound like some kind of saint! I assure you I'm just a regular human being. I'm not particularly gifted in anything, although I do try to be a good person, " John had a rather dreamy expression on his face. "You remind me so much of Grace Murray, a lady I loved and lost, only you be far prettier than her." It was then that Jenna had an idea. A huge grin spread across her face. She'd read all about John Wesley's life and how unlucky he'd been in love. "A tremendous release of positive energy, you say? I think I know something which may cause that!" John put his hands together. "You do? Pray, do tell, my dear." "You need to experience an orgasm. What could be more positive than that?" He blinked. "I beg your pardon?" "Oh you know, " She tried to think of a period-appropriate phrase so he'd understand. "The end act of carnal relations?" He blushed. "Oh. Miss Jenna I be a man of God. I don't see how, " Jenna sank to her knees. "Only one way to find out, John!" She paused. So he's a ghost. I've never pleasured a ghost before. Isn't he composed of just gas? He's quite cute, for someone who died in 1791! I wonder if, She reached out to touch him, and expected her hand to pass right through his body, but it didn't. He jolted at her touch. "Don't worry John. I've done this before, many times in fact. It's a great honor to be able to do it to you. I'm sure this will help you." The moment of first contact had arrived. Jenna let one hand gently glide ever so slightly over John's thigh, encased in tight black breeches. Reaching out with the other hand, she ran it over his crotch, feeling an impressive bulge. "Oh my! I feel strangely warmed yet again!" John sighed. Jenna fumbled with the buttons on his breeches, being more used to zippers. Something large and splendid lurked within. Either that or he had a Bible stuffed down there. "My God!" she gasped, as the Methodist's member was revealed. The short, slightly-built John Wesley was hung like a horse! "How on earth were you so unlucky in love?" Jenna exclaimed. "Mostly the ladies deserted me long before I even reached the bedchamber," he mumbled. "Well I'm not deserting you." She pledged.Outside the vestry, Reverend Ewing paced back and forth, wondering what the strange groaning noises were all about. "The hell is going' on in there?" She said out loud. "Ah!" John sighed, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Thoroughly satisfied, he cried out in joy. "Thank you! Thank you so much!""Ah! I'm free once more! You've freed me Jenna! I can't thank you enough! I can return and be at peace!" He began to rise up into the air. "I hope we shall meet again sometime! Farewell and God bless!" Jenna stood up and wiped her lips. "Godspeed, John! Oh! Just one more thing, next time you visit, can you bring your brother Charles along?" Reverend Ewing was about to knock on the vestry door, when it suddenly opened. "Oh! Is everything alright?" "Everything's fine. You can reopen your church. John's spirit is at peace once more." "For sure? He's really gone? But how?" "I just said a prayer for him. Told him how much his teaching continues to inspire people to this day. That seemed to satisfy him and he just faded away." "Well thank you so much, Jenna," the reverend said, shaking her hand. "I'm so glad it's all over. It was really stressing me out! and I'm so happy that John is at peace in the Lord's kingdom again. Oh, what's that on your clothing?" Jenna looked down and was mortified at the huge globs of cum. "Oh dear. It's, candle wax. I didn't realize it had spilled. I must get going now, Reverend Ewing. Simon is waiting in the car and he'll be getting worried." "Of course. Thank you again, and give my regards to Simon!" When she'd gone, Reverend Ewing looked round the vestry. "Hmm, strange. There are no candles in here." The lecherous church warden meets his match. After peace was restored to Oakwood Road Methodist Church, and the spirit of John Wesley successfully liberated, Jenna and Reverend Morris turned their attentions to this weekend's Remembrance Sunday service. This was always a major event, and the people would be crammed into St. Michael's like sardines. "I've finally completed this special sermon," Reverend Morris said, handing Jenna his iPad. "Have a read and tell me what you think. I included your suggestions about the importance of teaching the younger generation about those who died in wars. Also the bit about Winston Churchill being a flawed figure. Good suggestion, that. As human beings we are all flawed in some way." "It looks fantastic. Let me grab a coffee and settle down to enjoy this!" "I hope it won't come across as too boring. You know I always get paranoid about my sermons. So many churchgoers dread a long sermon!" "Your sermons are always fun and relevant, Simon, You're too hard on yourself." The mild-mannered vicar smiled. "Aww, thanks! Oh and I hope Norman Winstanley behaves himself this weekend. I had to have a quiet word with him during the Wednesday morning service." "The new churchwarden? What's he done wrong?" "Well, as you know, he took over from dear old Albert who died last month. He'd previously been at St. John's, but sadly, that church has closed for good and is being demolished. Such a shame. It was a great church back in the day." "Very sad when a church dies. What are they building in its place?" Jenna asked. "An Aldi supermarket. Anyways, about Norman. He's sixty-five and a terrible lecher, to put it plainly. Some say he's Sid James and Benny Hill cranked up to eleven. He didn't get nicknamed Carry On Norm for nothing." Jenna was immediately intrigued. How come I've never noticed this guy before? She thought. "Ooh. So he likes to ogle young women does he?" "Yes, but not just young! I've seen him staring at the legs of older women too. Last Sunday, I caught him perving at Mrs. Wilcox when she was doing the flower arranging. And she's about eighty! Though I admit, she does have nice legs, for someone er, so mature." "Naughty boy. At least he's not ageist." Jenna said. "He needs to get on OnlyFans." Reverend Morris couldn't help but laugh. "You always try to see the best in everyone! Well just looking is one thing, but Norman has built up a bit of a reputation for being a qualified pincher of bottoms. I won't tolerate that sort of behavior. It's completely unacceptable. I'm surprised he's avoided getting into more trouble, to be honest." "Is he married?" "No, widowed. Took early retirement too. Has far too much time on his hands. And we all know that the Devil makes work for idle hands, " "So true," Jenna nodded. "He makes bottoms for idle hands to pinch. "I don't think I've seen Norman. What does he look like?" "Well he wears glasses and he's the spitting image of Frank Carson." Jenna blinked. "Who?" "Heh, I keep forgetting the age gap between us. Frank was a Northern Irish comedian. He's dead now. My dad was and still is a massive fan of him. He used to go and see him on stage at Blackpool in the 1990s." Reverend Morris looked up a picture of the comedian on his phone and showed it to her. "Ok. I'll keep an eye out for Norman this Sunday!" "If he tries anything with you, tell me at once!" "Oh don't worry. He wouldn't dare," Jenna replied, smirking to herself, an idea already forming in her mind. Naughty Norman. I can't have a churchwarden with wandering hands threatening Simon's church. I'd better get my hands on him before he causes any more trouble! As expected, the Sunday service was very well-attended. Jenna had arrived early, as she wanted to sit in a specific place right in the front pew. She chose to sit on the left side, in front of the organ. She'd chosen this spot because it was semi-hidden, due to a convenient pillar. More importantly, Norman the churchwarden would soon be standing here, just a few feet away, ready to direct people when it was time to take communion. For Remembrance Sunday, Jenna had chosen a smart, but conservative black dress and a silk scarf featuring a poppy pattern. She was wearing two paper poppy badges, and one of them was in a very intimate place. "I hope this isn't disrespectful to the war dead," she thought to herself as she crossed her legs. "But it's necessary. This is for the good of the church's reputation. Very helpful that these self-adhesive poppy badges exist now. I just hope it doesn't drop off, " Before long, Norman Winstanley appeared and Jenna recognized him at once. Her husband's Frank Carson description had been spot on. The guy looked just like him. A full head of white hair, glasses and bushy eyebrows. A stocky build, with a beer gut. Norman looked very smart. He was wearing a dark grey suit with white shirt and maroon tie. He had big hairy hands. Jenna wondered if other parts of his body were hairy. "Ah, that's him. Mr. Wandering Hands Winstanley," she said to herself. She should've been repulsed by this randy old boomer, like most women her age would be, but as usual, she found herself lusting after him and getting wet. "I wonder if he wears y-fronts like Gordon? He looks the type." Of all the different types of underwear she'd seen men of this church wearing, y-fronts and boxer shorts were her favorite. Norman stood in his usual place, ready to direct the lost sheep, as he termed the congregation, to the pews, and then out again, when called for communion. St. Michael's had an efficient system whereby the congregation, one pew at a time, went up for communion, walked in a circle round the church and back to their seat. This system had been introduced during the pandemic, but had proved so successful, it had been kept on. Suddenly, the strains of the organ interrupted the quietness of the church, as Gordon began playing the opening hymn, O God Our Help in Ages Past. Everyone dutifully stood up, and it was then that Jenna caught Norman's eye. She noticed him staring and winked at him. He winked back at her. Immediately, she knew she had his full, undivided attention. Who's that tasty little filly? Norman thought. I haven't seen her before. Mind you, I've only been helping out here a week. Not many young lasses in this church. She's a pretty one. Mmm, I'd like to goose her! Look at him, undressing me with his eyes, Jenna smirked. Oh he's horny all right. I think he needs a lot more than a butt cheek to pinch. I bet his balls are as blue as a Smurf's arse. The hymn finished, and everyone sat down, as Reverend Morris began the usual start of the morning Eucharist. "A very blessed welcome to all who have joined us today, for this, our special Remembrance Sunday service. We are gathered here today to reflect on those who gave their lives in the service of this country. At the same time, we reflect on those who are currently enduring the horrors of war. The people of Ukraine, Syria and Afghanistan. Let us pray, " Jenna bowed her head. At the same time, she crossed her legs and slid her dress up, exposing some creamy white thigh. Norman's eyes almost popped out of his head. She was sure she heard him utter a noise, rather like the whinny of a horse. At the same time, Gordon peered over the top of the organ, waiting for his cue to start playing the Gloria in Excelsis. His elevated position afforded him a perfect view of Jenna, when he spotted her sitting right at the front. He assumed she'd chosen to sit there for his benefit. "Venus herself," he muttered, gazing at her flawless legs and remembering the last time they'd been wrapped round his body at the vicarage social. He felt his cock starting to throb. "God she makes me feel glad that I was born a man!" A cough brought him to his senses. Josh the curate was desperately trying to attract his attention as discreetly as possible. "Oh, sorry!" Gordon whispered, fumbling with his music sheets. He started playing the Gloria. Jenna was getting excited just thinking about flashing her white panties. Her nipples were already erect and hard and she could feel that familiar warm, moist sensation between her legs. Slowly, she slid her dress up higher and uncrossed her legs, doing so in such a way that it was impossible to avoid a panty flash. She looked at Norman and raised an eyebrow. He let out an audible gasp and his face flushed a shade of red that looked as if his blood pressure had reached stroke-inducing levels. Fumbling in his pocket, he grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his face. Jenna noticed how his forehead and upper lip were glistening with sweat. No-Nut November might be a thing, but not in my world, Jenna thought. At this rate, poor Norman will have collapsed before I even get to unzip him. He was looking at her again and she noticed his bulge in his trousers that he tried covering with crossed hands. Communion was rapidly approaching, and in the middle of the offertory hymn, Norman suddenly rushed off to the gents. When he returned a few minutes later, Jenna noticed his flies were unzipped. She wondered whether he'd done this deliberately or forgotten to zip up after having a pee or a wank. "So you want to play do you?" Jenna whispered and winked at him. Norman was holding an order of service booklet, and deliberately dropped it. As he squatted down to pick it up, the gap in his unzipped trousers widened, allowing Jenna a glimpse of his underwear. She was thrilled to have a peek at his pale blue y-fronts and the bulge contained within. "Very nice!" She mouthed to him and blew a discreet kiss. It was time to take communion, and being sat at the front, Jenna had to go first. Calmly, she rose from the pew and walked past the organ. As she did, the poppy pinned to her dress fell out. "Oh dear, she said, and bent down to pick it up. As she did, she ensured her dress rose up, revealing a flash of her panties. However it was Gordon who got the full eyeful. He leant over for a better look, and clumsily knocked a load of music books off the shelf at the side of the organ. "Damn and blast it," he muttered, scrambling to pick them up. Jenna took communion and walked round the church and down the side aisle. As she approached her pew, Norman "helpfully" held out his hand to direct her, and she took the opportunity to squeeze past him. As she did, she felt a hand cup her right buttock and give a little pinch. "You're a dirty old man, Mr. Winstanley," she said. "Luckily for you, I happen to be a dirty young woman." Quick as a whip, she slid her hand to his crotch and groped his bulge through his unzipped trousers. "Ah, oh!" Norman jolted in surprise. Jenna sat down and smiled at him. "I want to see more. Do you?" His nostrils flared, and he quickly backed off, squirming with arousal and bewilderment. Jenna wondered if she'd scared him off, but as the organ music resumed and communion ended, she saw him grab the order of service booklet again and hold it sideways against his crotch. Wondering where this would lead, she was ready to play. It was much more fun than her doing all the flashing. She raised her leg and slid a finger across her panties, pulling the material to the side, giving him a peek at her pubic hair. Norman felt like he was going to cum in his underpants, if this continued. His face was red and his breathing was shallow. He wondered just how much longer he could hold on, but hold on he did. This cheeky little filly was unlike any other woman he'd ever encountered. A wiser, less lecherous man would've backed off long ago, in this age of Me Too, mindful that he could be being led into a trap. But Norman was a shameless, seasoned groper and letch, and he wasn't going to back down now. Using the booklet to shield his crotch from other members of the congregation, a swift movement of his left hand freed his cock, and the top of it poked out from his blue underpants. Not looking down at himself, not acknowledging that his erect dick was visible, the churchwarden acted as if everything was normal. Jenna couldn't stop staring at his cock. It was more ram rod than sham rod. She licked her lips and made a gesture to him with a clenched fist moving up and down. What a delicious-looking cock he has! She was practically drooling like a dog in heat, in the same way he was drooling at the sight of her pubic bush. And speaking of which, she hiked up her dress and revealed the front of her panties. Attached to them was another paper poppy. Norman's jaw dropped. At the same time, Gordon craned his neck to peer over the top of the organ again and got a grandstand view of Jenna's poppy. "Holy shit!" He spluttered. He quickly sat down on the stool, but not before knocking his books over a second time. Further along the front pew, sat four old ladies all in their nineties, notorious gossips of the church. "I say Margaret, I think the organist is drunk. He's not quite himself. He was dreadfully out of time when he played the Gloria!" "Well really. It's disgraceful. On Remembrance Sunday of all days. Oh my good gracious, Mavis! Look at that! The churchwarden's flies are undone!" Immediately, the four of them leant forward in unison to get a better look. "Heaven's above, you can see his, concern! How shocking! Somebody should tell him!" "Maud, it's times like this that I really envy the youth. They have those fancy telephones that take instant photos." "The last time I saw a man in such a state was in 1943, and I'd just turned eighteen. Those American G I blokes, such good times!" Jenna couldn't wait any longer. The service wouldn't end for another ten minutes. Removing the poppy from her panties, she adjusted her dress and rose from the pew. "Join me in the gents," she whispered, and pressed the poppy into Norman's hand. "Lest we forget!" Norman just nodded, stunned. He glanced down at the poppy. My God, what a precious object. He would treasure it forever. Carefully placing it in his shirt pocket, he zipped up his trousers and discreetly made his way to the toilets at the front of the church. The gents toilets were empty, and Jenna made her way past the row of urinals and into the end cubicle. Moments later, she heard the door open and Norman entered. He nervously glanced round. "Pist, in here!" Jenna said, ushering him inside. She locked the cubicle door and closed the toilet lid. "Who are you?" Norman spluttered. "You're a cunning little vixen! I want to take handfuls of you, you're amazing! You've got me well and truly foxed!" "My name is Jenna," she replied. "And you're Norman, yes? Our new churchwarden?" He nodded. "If you don't mind," she said looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, "I'd love to suck that hard cock of yours." Norman looked like all his Christmases and birthdays had come at once. "Oh Jenna, I'd love for you to suck me," he sighed. "I'd love to cum in your mouth. I'd love to watch you swallow all of my thick cum!" Jenna sat down on the toilet and unzipped his trousers, then unbuckled his belt. Wanting full, unobstructed access to the churchwarden's member, she pulled his trousers and y-fronts down to his ankles. Norman said nothing, he simply stood there, watching her work her magic. He never once wondered why such a young and attractive woman would want to suck his cock so willingly. It had been years, decades even, since a woman had wanted to pleasure him! He was actually getting a blowjob from a stunning redhead, for free!" "What a lovely cock you've got, Norman. I could see how big it was when you gave me that cheeky little glimpse of it in the church service earlier!" She wasn't lying. He did indeed have a nice plump shaft, with big balls, and wiry white pubes. "Some men are like fine wine, they get better with age!" Without hesitation, she impaled her mouth on his shaft. Taking him deep while stroking him, licking him, and sucking him. Norman put his hand on the back of Jenna's head. Jenna cupped his balls, feeling them throb and pulsate, she knew precisely when he was about to cum. At the same time, she ran her other hand up under his shirt, feeling his hairy paunch. "That tickles!" Norman murmured, sighing and groaning. Back in the church, the service had nearly ended, much to Gordon's relief. He really needed a pee. Thanks to Jenna, he needed a wank too, but there wasn't time. Whilst the vicar was reading out a lot of notices, he had just enough time to pop to the gents, relieve himself and head back to the organ to play the recessional hymn. "Mmm," Jenna murmured, her mouth full of cock. Suddenly, Norman heard someone else enter the toilets. "Jenna, someone's come in!" He whispered. "Mmm," was all she could reply, and continued sucking him. Gordon hurried to a urinal and unzipped his trousers. As he began to pee, a loud groan came from the end cubicle. He ignored it and continued relieving himself. The mystery bloke in the cubicle made several loud grunts. Gordon glanced round. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "That poor sod's got a bad case of constipation." He finished, zipped up, washed his hands and hurried out of the toilets, wondering who the unfortunate man was. "Oh, Oh fuck!" Norman groaned, as his climax neared. "Jenna! I'm going to give you a lovely, big creamy surprise!" "Give it to me, Norman!" She felt his cock quiver and his balls tightened in her hand and she got her first taste of his cum. Jet after jet of his thick seed squirted from his cock into Jenna's eager mouth. He took out his cock to allow her to swallow his load and, as she was doing so, he stroked it and managed to squirt a few more sticky blasts all over her face. "Ah," Norman panted. "That was wonderful Jenna, I enjoyed that more than anything. I hope it was as enjoyable for you as it was for me! Did you like all my cum in that sweet mouth of yours?" "Oh I loved that! Your cum tastes so good, Norman!" Jenna lowered her head and planted a kiss on his cock and then on his sweaty, hairy balls. Doing a dreadful attempt at a Northern Irish accent, she added, "It's the way you tell 'em!" "Eh?" Norman said. "My poor attempt at a Frank Carson impression," she replied. "My husband said you resemble him." "You, you're married?" "Yes," Jenna said, standing up. "I'm the vicar's wife." A look of horror appeared on Norman's face. "Oh my God, " "Don't look so worried, Norman." She put her finger to his lips. "Our little secret, yes? Of course, you need to behave yourself from now on. A little birdy told me that you are quite liberal with those wandering hands of yours. No more bum pinching and goosing of any other ladies whilst you're in St. Michael's, is that understood?" He nodded, panic in his eyes. "Say it out loud, in God's name. Because God knows everything." "In the name of God, I promise I'll keep my hands to myself," Norman said. "That's my Norm," she replied, planting a kiss on his lips. "We'd better get out of here. Other chaps will be coming in. You go first." "R-right. Okay." Norman zipped up his trousers, fastened his belt, composed himself and hurried out of the cubicle. He opened the door and glanced round. "There's no-one here. Quick, you dash into the ladies." Jenna ran past him. As she did, she pinched his arse. "Until next time then," she giggled. Norman breathed a sigh of relief and opened the main door that led back into the church. The service had ended and people were starting to file out of the pews. Norman wiped his forehead. His mind was spinning. Not looking where he was going, he almost walked into Gordon, who'd seen him leaving the toilets. "Sorry," he muttered. "No worries," Gordon replied. "Listen, there's a first aid kit and other medicine in the vestry. I can get you some Dulcolax tablets." Norman looked confused. "What?" "No need to be embarrassed. All us older blokes get constipated from time to time. I couldn't help but overhear you in the gents earlier, and you seemed to be in bloody agony with your bowels!" To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

Angels came with a message of joyful praise; they revealed the identity of the newborn baby Jesus to the shepherds. The shepherds took the angels by their word and went to see Jesus, resulting in worship and sharing the good news of the coming of the Savior of the world. Dr. Philip Ryken shares the message, "Gloria in Excelsis Deo" on Every Last Word. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/581/29

Angels came with a message of joyful praise; they revealed the identity of the newborn baby Jesus to the shepherds. The shepherds took the angels by their word and went to see Jesus, resulting in worship and sharing the good news of the coming of the Savior of the world. Dr. Philip Ryken shares the message, "Gloria in Excelsis Deo" on Every Last Word. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/790/29

Angels came with a message of joyful praise; they revealed the identity of the newborn baby Jesus to the shepherds. The shepherds took the angels by their word and went to see Jesus, resulting in worship and sharing the good news of the coming of the Savior of the world. Dr. Philip Ryken shares the message, "Gloria in Excelsis Deo" on Every Last Word. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/790/29

Antonio Vivaldi - Gloria: Gloria in ExcelsisOxford Schola Cantorum Northern Chamber Orchestra Nicholas Ward, conductorMore info about today's track: Naxos 8.554056Courtesy of Naxos of America Inc. SubscribeYou can subscribe to this podcast in Apple Podcasts, or by using the Daily Download podcast RSS feed.Purchase this recordingAmazon