Podcasts about Love Divine

This Pentecost Sunday sermon explores the theme of overcoming the fear of death through faith in Jesus Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit. Understanding our mortality can lead to different life choices, but ultimately, true freedom comes from embracing God's love and the promise of eternal life. The message weaves together personal experiences, biblical teachings, and the lyrics of Charles Wesley's hymn "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling" to illustrate how the Trinity—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—works to transform believers and free them from the bondage of sin and fear of death.

This week on Divine Alignment⁠⁠⁠⁠,⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠✨ How to Love Like Jesus—When You've Been Hurt? | A Week of Healing, Honor, and Holy Obedience✨

SCRIPTURE- Matthew 11:28"Come to me all you who labor and are burdened and I will give you rest."REFLECTION- Fr. RonMUSIC- "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling" Instrumental- "Behold the Lamb" InstrumentalNOTES- thegodminute.org/lent

This program is a discussion of eternal generation and procession as giving and receiving love between Father, Son, and Spirit. It is the third in a series on Ernst Sartorius's book The Doctrine of Divine Love.

are just three of the many subjects in this wide-ranging discussion of performing arts, with D. Paul Thomas, an actor, producer, director and more.   For two years, Mr. Thomas taught acting at the historic Lamb's Theatre in New York City, serving as its first Artistic Director while premiering Noel Paul Stookey's, Puff the Magic Dragon. This was followed by seven years as President of Victory Films, directing over twenty productions including the video series, Celebration of Discipline; One Is A Whole Number (Religion in Media Award); the docudramas They Cry in the Night, filmed in Swaziland, Africa, and The Calling, filmed in the Amazon jungles of Peru; the dramatic musicals, The Fanny Crosby Story, Man of the Morning and Love Divine. Feature films include Kiki, starring Emmy Award winner, Michael Moriarty, and Years of the Beast. He has written, directed or performed in seven “one-person” shows, including A Heart Strangely Warmed and Who Stands Fast?

credits JOLENE Lyrics + Arrangement: Dolly Parton   NEARER MY GOD TO THEE Lyrics: Sarah Flower Adams Arrangement: The Lower Lights   GLORIA PATRI Lyrics + Arrangement: City Hymns   OH TO BE LOVED Lyrics: Thad Cockrell Arrangement: Page CXVI   LOVE THAT CONQUERS Lyrics + Arrangement: The Swell Sessions   ON STAGE Lindsay-Blair Simmons (vocals) Paisley Suttlemyer (vocals, guitar) Jodi Dingle (vocals, keys) Sean Thomson (bass) Allwyn Edwards (cajon) Charles Weathers (lots of speaking) Dawn Hyde (speaking)   SERMON AUDIO IS AVAILABLE FOR STREAMING THROUGH THE WEBSITE AND AS A PODCAST THROUGH ITUNES AND PODBEAN. ALL SCRIPTURE QUOTED FROM THE NEW REVISED STANDARD VERSION OF THE BIBLE ©1989 BY THE NATIONAL COUNCIL OF CHURCHES OF CHRIST. MUSIC COVERED UNDER THE LICENSE CCS#11209. LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVES EXCELLING Lyrics: Charles Wesley Arrangement: John Zundel  

March 9, 2025 John 14:15-24 (ESV) 15 “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. 16 And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, 17 even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you. 18 “I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you. 19 Yet a little while and the world will see me no more, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live. 20 In that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. 21 Whoever has my commandments and keeps them, he it is who loves me. And he who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and manifest myself to him.” 22 Judas (not Iscariot) said to him, “Lord, how is it that you will manifest yourself to us, and not to the world?” 23 Jesus answered him, “If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. 24 Whoever does not love me does not keep my words. And the word that you hear is not mine but the Father's who sent me.

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This weekend we end of the Gesima Sundays and prepare to enter the season of Lent. Lent points us to the Love of God which is revealed in His work of salvation in the work of Jesus. It is fitting as we prepare to focus on that salvation that we reflect on the great LOVE of God which was caused our salvation.  The hymn that will be the focus of our service this weekend is the hymn "Love Divine, all Love Excelling" by Charles Wesley. Wesley grew up in the Anglican church but founded what we know today as the Methodist Church. Their focus was on Bible study and the work of God the Holy Spirit who brings us to faith, which we can see come out in this hymn. The hymn is addressed to Jesus, the "Love Divine" with a prayer that He would continue His work of salvation, begun at the cross, in us through the Holy Spirit. It reminds us that God work is not completed when we are brought to faith, but continues on throughout our lives, until we are called out of this life to our home of heaven. This hymn highlights all the way through the work of God's love for mankind. While it doesn't specifically mention our sin, it show our utter weakness and inability to save ourselves. It is God's love -- and it alone -- that accomplishes our redemption and sanctification. Join us as we study this hymn about the love of God shows in both Christ's redemption and the Spirit's work of sanctification. Rejoice in that perfect LOVE of God!

St. Andrew Lutheran Church, Farmersville, Ohio February 2, 2025 Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany Announcements Prelude Opening Hymn - "Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee" - LBW #551 Brief Order for Confession and Forgiveness Apostolic Greeting Kyrie Hymn of Praise - "This is the Feast" Prayer of the Day First Lesson - Jeremiah 1:4-10 Second Lesson - 1 Corinthians 12:27 - 13:13 Hymn - "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling" - LBW #315 Gospel - Luke 4:21-33 Sermon - "Witness: To God's Sovereign and All-Encompassing Love" Hymn of the Day - "What Feast of Love" - WOV #701 Nicene Creed Prayers of the Church Offering Offertory - "Let the Vineyards" Great Thanksgiving Words of Institution and Lord's Prayer Distribution Post-Communion Liturgy Benediction Exodus Hymn - "Sent Forth By God's Blessing" - LBW #221 Dismissal Join us this Sunday at 10:00 A.M.! For the video version of today's service, please visit https://youtu.be/g-WdIEV6uT4 May God bless you now and always!

Jenna enjoys sexuality without shame, in the church.A series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.< Jenna seduces the Vicar.St Michael's parish church was a charming place of worship that dated back to the 12th century. A quaint little church, the sort that one could see in countless towns and villages across England. Within its walls however, all was not well. Ill-feeling festered among some of the male members of the church, the vicar included. But God, in his great mercy and wisdom, saw fit to send a beautiful angel to this church, in order to bring happiness.And so, our story begins,Reverend Simon Morris was a vicar who hadn't gotten laid in a long time. Aged forty, he'd been at St Michael's for nearly three years now. He prided himself on the success he'd had in increasing the congregation of this little church. The previous vicar, Reverend Smith, had died very suddenly from a stroke back in 2019, leaving the community devastated. Reverend Morris knew he had big boots to fill. So far, God had been with him all the way. He'd steered the church through the Covid pandemic and defied orders to close it during the lockdowns. This action had earned him a lot of respect, not to mention he'd gained a few more loyal sheep who'd deserted other churches.There was just one area where God had been unable to help him - his sexless marriage. He'd been married to Lucy for nearly ten years now and they had a four year old son, Christopher. Unfortunately, it was shortly after Christopher's birth that the avenue of carnal pleasure was closed off to him. He'd tried everything to re-ignite the spark, but nothing worked. Now Christopher had started primary school, Reverend Morris had hoped that things would improve, but instead, he and Lucy drifted further apart. He kept up the appearance that everything was perfect, during the many social functions he had to hold at the vicarage. Inside however, his frustration threatened to overwhelm him."O Lord God, who hast called thy servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown: Give us faith to go out with a good courage, not knowing whither we go, but only that thy hand is leading us, and thy love supporting us; to the glory of thy Name.Amen."Reverend Morris said a quick prayer to himself as he shook hands with the last of the members of the congregation. He let out a sigh of relief. Another Sunday service had passed - with an increase in numbers. He looked at his watch. He had a brief few minutes to head to the vestry, change out of his cassock and surplice, and pop over to the church hall for tea and biscuits. The usual chit chat with his faithful flock.The nosey old ladies, Josh, the new and nervous curate, Yulia the Ukrainian refugee and her two young children, Amir and Majid, the Iranian brothers who'd fled persecution in their homeland due to being Christians, Debbie the single mother and Sunday school teacher, Tony the reformed drug addict, Mr. and Mrs. Norris, the church's resident do-gooders; a pair of boomers who made it their business to know more about the C of E than the Archbishop of Canterbury,Then there was Jenna Fox. Twenty, red haired and absolutely stunning. And too young for him.He'd spotted her in the congregation earlier, but not on the way out. Which could only mean,"Good morning Reverend!" Jenna said, bold as brass, sauntering out of the toilets, where she'd obviously been waiting for the others to depart."Oh, good morning Jenna," Reverend Morris replied, staring at her and then quickly averting his eyes downwards. She was wearing attire that was barely suitable for church - a low cut black top and black pleated miniskirt."I wore black today. For the Queen. Loved your sermon reflecting on her long reign. It was really touching.""Thanks. Glad you liked it. It's been hard to write. So, are you heading over to the church hall? I'll be there shortly.""Mmm, maybe later," she grinned. "Did you know Reverend, that you actually resemble Prince Edward a bit?"Feeling a little uncomfortable at how close she was, he felt color rise in his cheeks. "Uh, well thanks. I'll take that as a compliment! Do excuse me Jenna, I just have to ditch these vestments, then I shall be going to the hall."He hurried off to the vestry. In there, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was an average-looking bloke, not the sort that a stunning younger woman would lust after."Well at least I'm much younger than Prince Edward." He smiled. Suddenly, the door opened."You're not getting away from me this time Reverend," Jenna whispered, shutting the door behind her.Before he could say anything, she'd cornered him. Glancing into his pale blue eyes for a moment, she covered his lips with hers, feeling him tense up as her arms reached round his back. After a few seconds, he relaxed, as if he knew resistance of any kind was futile. Jenna could feel the heat of his body through his cassock."I've wanted you for a long time Reverend," she murmured. "Ever since you taught me that Introduction to Christianity course six months ago.""J-Jenna, this isn't appropriate. I, I am a married man!""Not a very happy one, I suspect. I can always tell." A shuddering sigh escaped him as her lips brushed his again. Jenna broke the kiss. "Is there any space in here to conduct unholy activities, Reverend?"Powerless to resist this angel of sin, the smitten vicar grabbed her slim hips and motioned her to straddle his lap. "Jenna," he mumbled, rubbing one thumb over the outline of her hardened bra-less nipple through her thin top. "It's, er, been a long time since I was in a situation like this.""Your wife,”"Lucy and I have been leading separate, and sexless lives for years.""I'm sorry to hear that. So let me bring you some salvation."He leaned in to kiss the exposed skin of Jenna's neck; his lips leaving a hot trail from just below her ear to the center of her throat at the neck of her black top. Then he took the lower hem of the top and pushed it up to bare her belly, and then her pert C-cup breasts. Leaning her back, he took one nipple with his lips and she gasped. He was not only willing, but rampant; as Jenna had suspected, it had been a long time since this man had got laid.Even with the cassock and surplice on, there was no disguising the Reverend's raging erection. Jenna explored eagerly, desperately, reaching under the cassock, feeling his hard erection through his trousers.Lord Jesus, Jenna was trembling so much with excitement. She'd had a clergy fetish for years and fantasized about seducing the vicar for such a long time. Reverend Morris returned his attention to her breasts and she was so wet she could almost feel herself dripping into her panties.Without further ado, she unfastened his belt before reaching for his zipper. Reverend Morris attempted to remove his surplice."No, no, leave that on," Jenna said."As you wish." He mumbled holding up his cassock, almost unable to comprehend what was about to happen.Jenna knelt in front of the vicar, pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and exposed white boxer shorts - adorned with little Christian crosses."Oh wow. Where did you get those, Reverend?" Jenna grinned.He blushed. "Um, a church event I attended in London. The gift shop was quite varied,”"Umm." Jenna pulled down his trousers and boxers, freeing his heated cock."Ah. The staff of life."She took his hot length in her hand, feeling it, and stroked it up and down as she licked and sucked at the tip."Oh dear God," Reverend Morris groaned.As she groped his shaft, she realized just how wet with pre-cum it was."Ooh, Reverend you certainly have sinned," Jenna smiled. "Nice and wet - just how I like it." She teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth. She began to suck him off furiously, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, her tongue licking the sensitive underside of his shaft."Oh, I am blessed!" He gasped.Jenna licked every inch of his love pole, running her tongue cross every vein, igniting every nerve ending. The vicar cried out in joy. Then she withdrew and looked up at him.In her throatiest, most sexy tone, she said, "Well Reverend, are you just going to stand there, or come and tame your lost sheep?"Like a bolt of lightning, Reverend Morris kissed Jenna's lips as if they were the sweet fruit of Eden, and lifted her up. He pulled her drenched lacy panties off. It had been too damn long since he'd had pleasure so willingly offered to him like this. He parted her legs quickly, and, with no further warning, plunged his holy rod deep into her waiting cunt. He began to establish a fast-paced rhythm which soon had them both moaning in pleasure."Ah hah!" Jenna gasped. "Oh, Reverend. Yes! Right there. Deeper. Deeper! God that feels amazing! Oh! Ah! Oh, Yes!"Jenna was in a state of complete euphoria. She had dreamt about what it would feel like to be fucked by a vicar, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think it would be this incredible. He was a skillful lover, hitting the sensitive nerves within her tunnel, bringing her ever closer to that heavenly pinnacle.Reverend Morris began to quicken his thrusts and rammed his hard staff deeper into her yearning vagina. He felt his climax coming; it was an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy. Faster and faster he thrust, the sound of colliding skin echoing throughout the vestry. Jenna kept on riding the vicar until he blasted his cum into her like a fire hose."Ah! Praise the Lord!"Jenna looked at Reverend Morris, and for the first time in years, he looked truly satisfied."For what I hath received, I am truly thankful," he panted."Me too," Jenna replied, her insides filled with his thick cum.In the afterglow of their sinful fun, they kissed each other softly, caressing one another lovingly. Reverend Morris couldn't stop smiling. So that was what he'd been missing out on. Dear God! He doubted that Lucy could ever match Jenna's standards, even if she suddenly turned into a raving nympho."I suppose, we should head over to the church hall," Jenna said, idly fingering his clerical collar. "More tea Vicar?"Jenna Plays the Organist's OrganGordon Leesmith was not having a good day. Another Sunday, another morning Eucharist at St. Michael's, where he dutifully played the organ and directed the choir. It had all gone as planned, until the end of the service when that damned busybody John Norris had felt the need to vent his spleen."You played the wrong opening hymn, Gordon," John exclaimed, as the congregation departed. "Great is Thy Faithfulness was selected, not Love Divine.""That's not what the vicar told me," Gordon muttered, not looking at him. He loathed this odious pedant."Anyways I just thought I'd let you know. Patricia and I were a little confused.""No change there then," Gordon replied, unable to restrain himself. "Do you think maybe just for once you and wife might refrain from poking your noses into every bloody thing?"John was so taken aback, he couldn't speak for a moment. "Well really! There's no need for language, Gordon. I was merely saying,”"Don't come the innocent with me, you're the biggest shit-stirrer in this church. I've seen the gossip you spread on Facebook. And I'll play whatever bloody hymn I like, thank you very much.""I wouldn't argue in a church.""I'll argue anywhere as long as I'm in the right. Now bugger off!"Thus suitably chastised, the subdued John left, and Gordon was left to sort through his music sheets in peace. He adjusted his black robe and continued grumbling to himself. He wasn't always as grumpy and short-tempered as this. Years ago he'd been a jolly, fun-loving chap who enjoyed joking with other members of the church.That was before his divorce.Gordon was fifty-five, and had been organist and choirmaster at St Michael's for almost twenty years. Ten years ago, his wife Marjorie had run off with a man young enough to be her son. She was fifty and her lover was a twenty-five year old personal trainer. They'd met online. Gordon's world had been knocked for six. He never imagined Marjorie would cheat on him. They'd always been so happy, with a very active sex life.Jenna had been quietly observing the little outburst with much interest. After expressing an interest in joining the choir, Reverend Morris had warned her that the organist had the "shortest of short fuses." When she'd pressed him further, the vicar had revealed the details of Gordon's marital problems and sworn her to secrecy.Jenna licked her lips. She was aching for a romp with Reverend Morris right now, but he'd been asked to conduct a service at another local church this morning, and a female vicar had stood in for him. What was a horny lass to do?"Poor, miserable Gordon." Jenna mused. "I doubt he gets much action. He needs cheering up." Looking at him, she thought him quite good looking for an older man. He had a full head of silvery hair and unlike Reverend Morris, was of a stocky build. On the occasions she'd seen him minus his long black robe, he possessed quite a paunch. Jenna idly toyed with a strand of her hair, considering her next move. Gordon was giving off daddy kink vibes."I wonder if the organist will let me play with his organ?"Gordon was busy rifling through hymn books and didn't notice Jenna saunter over at first. She cleared her throat and he glanced round."Uh. Can I help you with something?""Oh hello," Jenna replied, acting rather coy. "I, hope I haven't caught you at a bad time, Mr,”"Gordon. Bad time? There's never a good time," he muttered, giving the usual gruff response. "Nothing personal.""Well I just wanted to thank you, Gordon. You played my favorite hymn, Love Divine. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it."His attention captured, Gordon finally put down the books he was fiddling with and sat on the organ stool, facing her. "You did?""I love anything by Charles Wesley. His hymns are amazing.""Indeed they are. He wrote thousands during his lifetime."Gordon certainly was hard to read. Jenna wondered if she was having any effect on him at all. His dour expression didn't give anything away. It looked like this chap was going to be quite a challenge."Every week I come to church and I hear you play these lovely old hymns on this fine organ." Jenna continued. "I love hearing you play.""I've had enough practice. I've been doing this for many years now."Evidently, Gordon wasn't used to receiving any kind of compliments whatsoever.Jenna walked closer. "You're so talented.""Ah, well. That's, nice of you to say. What's your name?"Her persistence seemed to be paying off, and the organist appeared to be getting a little flustered at her flattery."Jenna.""Do you play any musical instruments, Jenna?" Gordon replied."Just the piano."He nodded. "Good, good. For work or just a hobby?""Oh purely as a hobby," she smiled, flicking her red hair. "I was wondering, please could you play a bit of Charles Wesley for me?"Gordon's stern face finally relaxed into a smile. "Why certainly. What would you like to hear?""Oh how about And Can It Be?"He shuffled around on the stool. "Very well. I often practice a bit after the morning service, when the others have left. I'm not one for idle chatter in the church hall.""Me neither," Jenna said, walking up to beside him, so close that her cleavage was at his eye level. Gordon couldn't help but give a side glance, and then quickly looked ahead."Right, are you ready?"The strains of the great Wesleyan hymn filled the church as Gordon's fingers graced the mighty organ. Jenna hummed along, and then an idea came into her head. Suddenly, Gordon stopped playing."I don't hear any singing, Jenna. How about you sing whilst I play?""Ok!" She grinned, and he resumed playing."And can it be, that I should gain - An int'rest in the Savior's blood?"Jenna deftly unfastened the first button on her white top."Died He for me, who caused His pain,For me, who Him to death pursued?"Gordon happened to glance to his right again, and almost played a wrong note. Jenna continued singing."Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?"She unfastened another button. Gordon continued playing, and as the chorus approached, the third and final button of her top was swiftly unfastened."Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?"Gordon's eyes almost popped out of his head and he cleared his throat."Go on, play a second verse!" Jenna said.He continued to play, but could feel his face burning. Jenna was singing her heart out, and seemed to be blissfully unaware that she'd suffered a wardrobe malfunction, she wasn't wearing a bra! Bloody hell, what a beautiful pair of tits, Gordon was uncomfortably hot all at once. He was no stranger to internet porn - after his divorce, porn was the only thing he could turn to in order to get a bit of relief, not that it really relieved him all that much, in fact it didn't turn him on at all anymore, he'd become impotent. Suddenly, with the young and beautiful Jenna inches away from him and, somewhat exposed, his dormant cock had surged back into life and was now straining against his underpants and trousers,"Just one more verse, Gordon! I'll give it my all."He continued playing and she resumed singing, her pale, pert breasts jiggling, inches from his face."Oh dear God," Gordon thought to himself. What a situation to find oneself in. "Should I say something to her?""My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee!"Jenna pretended to lose her balance. "Whoops!" She said, toppling over and putting her hand on Gordon's thigh. He jolted and played a note that was so off-key, Les Dawson would've been impressed."Oh Gordon that was such fun! I love that hymn so much!"An embarrassed Gordon quickly rose to his feet. "Um, I'm glad. Er, would you excuse me a minute, Jenna? I need to visit the gents."Jenna struggled to hold back a giggle as he hurried off to the toilets. "He must be rock hard by now," she smirked. "Probably having a wank. I'll give him a few minutes, then I'm going in there after him."Gordon had to relieve himself more frequently these days, due to that most troublesome of male organs - the prostate. Today however, it wasn't an enlarged prostate stopping him from peeing, but a raging boner. He couldn't remember the last time he'd got as hard as this. Unfastening his belt and trousers, he slipped a hand inside his underpants and pulled out his cock. He stroked himself and wondered what to do. That Jenna - was she actually flirting with him?That was ridiculous, she was young enough to be his daughter. What woman in her right mind would want to flirt with a fat old git like him?Still, how could she not have noticed her tits were hanging out like that? It seemed so deliberate. That stunning, red-haired vixen! He couldn't hide in the toilets forever. She might come in looking to see if he was alright. He zipped up his trousers, adjusted his robe and went back into the church,Jenna was sitting on the organ stool, legs crossed, but top wide open."There you are, Gordon. I was beginning to think you'd flushed yourself down the loo. You're not trying to avoid me are you?"Gordon blushed crimson. "W-what are you playing at? Someone might come in at any moment?"Jenna shrugged. "So what?" Whoever is sat at the organ can't be seen from the door. You have to walk right down the side aisle and come right up close. Nobody can see us. And you played the hymn so good. I just want to show my appreciation."He blinked, mesmerized. "Was I really that good?"Jenna walked over to the organist. "Better than that," she said. She looked up at Gordon with dreamy, lust filled eyes. He was about to say something, but Jenna shut him off, grabbing his neck and pulling his head down to her level. She kissed him hard on the lips. Gordon didn't resist or try to pull away. Spurred on by this, Jenna wrapped his arms round Gordon's sides and pressed her body against his. The organist struggled to stay upright for a second, but regained his balance. He lowered his head and feasted on her hardened nipples, until Jenna pushed him down onto the stool, his back to the organ."What's that passage in the Bible, something about the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?" Jenna teased, running her hand across his robe-covered thighs."Uh, I just play the hymns," Gordon sighed, as her hand brushed his crotch. "You're leading me into temptation, that's all I can say. Look what you've done to me!""I haven't started yet," Jenna smiled, lifting up his black robe, revealing black trousers. His crotch bulge was enormous. "I'm going to have fun playing THIS organ," Jenna said. She felt bolder and more in control than she had ever before, more than when she'd seduced Reverend Morris last week. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing his underwear. Gordon was wearing white y-front underpants, and his cock was straining against the fabric; a large wet spot had appeared. Jenna caressed the bulge, then carefully pulled down his damp y-fronts, revealing his painfully engorged cock. It was average in length but girthy. She began kissing his shaft, which twitched and leaked precum.Gordon gripped the sides of the stool so tight, his fingernails turned white."Oh God,”"Gordon could you stand up for a sec? Your undies are in the way."Immediately, he did as she asked, and she pulled his underpants and trousers down to his ankles. Half an hour ago, such actions would've been unthinkable, he could barely think at all right now. All his anger and frustration and pent-up desire were released at once, when he felt Jenna's hands slip round his shaft."That's better." Jenna said. "What a magnificent organ you have!"Sweat ran down Gordon's brow as the temptress licked the head of his cock. The taste of precum was like nectar to her tongue. He was groaning louder now, as Jenna reached his most sensitive areas. She deep throated and sucked him hard and he yelled in pleasure. His balls were so full, he feared they'd explode."Oh Jenna, harder, more! Yes!" Gordon groaned, putting his hand on her head. She gripped his bare thighs and buried her face deeper between his legs, sucking him. His wiry grey pubes were tickling her nose. Gordon cried out in joy.Jenna withdrew, only to run her tongue around the underside of his cock."Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Gordon yelled. He lay back, forgetting the organ was behind him, and his elbows pressed against the lower keyboard. A horrific cacophony of wrong notes filled the church, but neither he or Jenna cared.Gordon reached his peak quickly and it was impossible to stop himself. He repeated Jenna's name, over and over again, as she licked his throbbing member. He let go, feeling that intense wave of pleasure spread up from his balls and across his whole body. A huge stream of cum spurted down Jenna's throat. She swallowed the seed greedily. Cum tasted so good, and Gordon's was especially thick, tangy and delicious. A second spurt landed right between her breasts, while a third and final load sprayed right across her face, leaving her coated in the gooey, sticky essence."Mmm, Gordon, that was the best!" She slowly licked around his cockhead, as some final drops of cum dripped out."What on earth is Gordon doing?" Mrs. Norris wondered as she hurried to the church. The din from the organ was so bad, it could be heard in the church hall. She pulled a face and adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses. "What a dreadful noise!" Marching down the aisle, she shouted Gordon's name, but there was no way he could hear due to the deafening din of the organ.Gordon sat up on the stool and the awful noise ceased."What a delightful mess you've made!" Jenna giggled, as his cum trickled down her face and breasts."I, I'll get you some tissues," he gasped, still in a blissful stupor."I really enjoyed playing your organ. Can I play it again sometime?"Gordon's heart jumped in his chest. There was going to be a next time? "Of course you can!""Gordon, what are you doing? Ah, Oh my God! What the hell is going on in here?”"Oh shit," Gordon exclaimed as he noticed Mrs. Norris standing there. The look on her face was priceless."What's your problem?" Jenna replied. "Have you never seen a woman playing an organ before?"Passion at the vicarage.After another boring day in her dead-end office job, Jenna was glad to be on her way home. Friday at last, thank God. And speaking of God, her smartphone had just vibrated. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled it out and smiled as she read the message.Hi Archangel JenGod's servant on Earth wondered if you'd like to spend some time with him tonight? Can't wait until Sunday. He has of you the great need and is all alone in the vicarage. L is away visiting sis until Monday. She's taken C along too.xxxR.M"Oh yes!" She said out loud. The vicarage would be more comfortable than another fuck in the vestry. Quickly, she composed a reply.Praise the Lord!Just got to go home and change into something holier, or not! will be there in half an hour. xxxJenna got into her car. A fun night of "worship" beckoned.St Michael's vicarage was set back from the main road by the church, down a long driveway flanked by beech trees. The trees were already on the turn, ready to show off their autumn color."Nice," Jenna mused as she admired the attractive garden. "This place is huge." It was way grander than the two bed semi where she'd grown up, and was still living at, with her parents. The cost of living crisis had meant that fleeing the nest had been put on hold. She knocked on the door. She hadn't been waiting for long, when Reverend Morris opened it, No cassock and surplice on tonight, just his "everyday vicar garb" as she termed it - black shirt, clerical collar and black trousers."Hello Jenna." he said, his voice a little shaky with nervous excitement. He took a deep breath. She looked absolutely stunning, in a figure-hugging black dress. "Wow, um, come in. You look lovely."Jenna flashed him a winning smile. "Why thank you, Reverend! Great place you have here. Your garden's really nice.""Ah, yes it is. Not my efforts, I'm afraid. I have many volunteers who keep it looking good. After all, it's only my house for as long as I'm vicar at St Michaels." He tried not to keep staring, but it was hard not to. "Have, you eaten?""Not really. Didn't have time. I grabbed a few biscuits on the way out.""Oh good! I was so hoping you'd say that. I thought I could cook us something. I really enjoy cooking."Jenna hadn't been expecting this. "Oh that's so nice of you." It was best to ravish the reverend on a full stomach."What sort of stuff do you like? You're not veggie or vegan are you?""Nope. I love my meat. I pretty much eat anything."Reverend Morris smiled. "Same here! Okay, how does fillet steak, chips, side salad and a glass of red wine sound?""Heavenly!""By the way, I was at the midweek hymn practice, and Gordon the organist seems to have undergone a personality transplant! I've never seen him so happy. Was he like that when you spoke to him about the choir last Sunday?"Jenna bit her lip. "Hmm, he was a little moody at first, but after I paid him a compliment, he sort of brightened up.""Blimey, whatever did you say to him? He's like a different bloke. He's bitten my head off a few times in the past.""Well," Jenna said innocently, "I thanked him for playing one of my favorite hymns, and said how much I admired his organ, er, his organ playing. I'm a big fan of Charles Wesley.""He did write some great hymns.""Umm, yes. Over 6000 hymns. And he somehow found the time to father eight children. How did he find the time?" Jenna added with a mischievous grin.Reverend Morris chuckled. "Perhaps writing hymns made him very horny!"They both laughed at this.The vicar rose from his chair. "I'd say that steak is just about ready," he said, hurrying into the kitchen. At that moment, Jenna felt her phone vibrate. Quickly, she slipped it out of her bag. Another message. Who was it this time?I have a message from Charles Wesley. He wonders if u would to see his hard, bulging hymn book. Hope 2 c u at church this Sunday.G [heart emoji]"Oh Gordon," Jenna giggled to herself, and switched the phone off. "It's hard work being such a good Christian and helping those in need."The meal was delicious, and to add to the mood, Reverend Morris had some relaxing Gregorian chant music playing in the background. Jenna had never been wined and dined like this before, and after they'd finished, felt it only right to thank the vicar for his kindness.In an instant, Jenna's lips were on his neck again, lingering, tasting him. His hands were in her hair and they were kissing, her sweet breath making him feel light, weightless even. If it was a dream, Reverend Morris never wanted it to end. This woman had awakened something in him that he couldn't quite describe. At this point, as Jenna took his hand and led him upstairs, he realized his marriage to Lucy was well and truly stone dead.The reverend's hands were at Jenna's side, unzipping then lifting the silky material of her dress slowly, over her navel, over her chest, over her head, off. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her breasts, round and perfect, the stuff of many a dream but beautiful beyond any imagining. His hands cupped them gently. His mouth left her lips, trailing down her neck to her chest. He took her nipple in his mouth and teased the erect tip. His hands roamed down over her arse, lavishing her smooth curves.Jenna was amazed at Reverend Morris' confident handling of her body. His sensual, hallowed hands moved over her, sending her heart racing, and she wasted no time in freeing him from his clothing.As Reverend Morris moved to lay over her, he could sense her need. It was almost as palpable as his own desire, and he was eager to satisfy them both. Jenna's hands guided his pulsating member, and at last he thrust boldly into her waiting cunt. The reverend gasped in spite of himself as his rod slid into this tight, warm pleasure hole. She held him so tightly and the sensations that coursed through his loins were beyond what he'd experienced back in the vestry a fortnight ago.Jenna's eyes rolled back as Reverend Morris' cock filled her with perfect execution. She bucked her hips up in time with his forceful thrusts, her hands gripped tightly around his shoulders. His grunts of pleasure were deep and resonant, arousing her even further. His hot shaft bore into her over and over again, gaining intensity with every thrust. Jenna began seeing flashes of light behind her eyes, and she knew that their moment was near.Moments later, they climaxed together; Jenna's cunt was filled to the brim with another load of holy spunk."God in Heaven! I think we have sinned, a lot!"To be continued.By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

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It is often said when people die that they cross the veil. What does this mean? In this BabaTalk, you'll learn about the physical and subtle realms and the journey your soul takes between these realms. About  Maetreyii Ma Nolan, Ph.D. Maetreyii Ma Nolan, Ph.D., is an award-winning author, spiritual teacher, and psychologist, expert in consciousness and holistic healing. With a rich background in psychology and spirituality, her work has positively influenced many people's lives. Maetreyii Ma Nolan's wisdom and teachings garner recognition worldwide, making her a respected voice for inner transformation and spiritual awakening.  She is trained as a licensed Psychologist, an Acharya or Ordained Minister of Yogic Meditation, a certified IAYT Yoga Therapist, and an EYRT 500-hour Yoga Teacher with many years of experience with deep meditation and yogic wisdom. You can visit her website here: https://www.yogama.org  About Maetreyii Ma's Works Over the past decades, Maetreyii Ma has delivered thousands of presentations to various audiences. Her latest project is to make those presentations available to the broadest possible audience. Maetreyii Ma's talks fall into six main categories: The Power and Nature of Love 2.  Self-realization, Spirituality, & Awakening 3.  Dharma, Society, & Karma 4.  Working with the Mind & Emotions 5.  Relationships & Samgha 6.  Science & Cosmology  The Baba Flow Maetreyii Ma's talks are based on a spiritual process called Baba Flow. The Baba flow is an intuitive flow of spiritual guidance and teachings from the deep inner essence, the one essential Source known by many names. In the Baba Talks, Maetreyii Ma, in a deep state of Bhava, or devotional absorption, opens to this Source and allows the teachings to flow through. Since 1969, Maetreyii Ma has been a student of Shrii Shrii Anandamurti, affectionately known as Baba. In 1970, she began to have profound mystical experiences of the Divine and experienced the inner presence of her Guru. Baba's inner presence brought a deep knowledge of the endless love and compassion of the Divine, perfect beauty and wisdom, and the unconditional love and overflowing grace of the Sadguru. About Ananda Gurukula Maetreyii Ma is President of Ananda Gurukula, a non-profit organization dedicated to awakening the human spirit and sharing the ancient mystic wisdom of yoga.  Through Ananda Gurukula, Maetreyii Ma is able to offer meditation practices, mentoring (https://www.yogama.org/mentoring.html), meditation and yoga wisdom retreats, and webinars and workshops on the ancient knowledge of yogic teachings, in addition to local weekly Sunday evening meditations, called Dharmachakra (https://www.yogama.org/dharmachakra.html), a third Friday Kirtan (https://www.yogama.org/kirtan.html), and a Saturday morning Satsanga (https://www.yogama.org/satsanga.html). All are invited to attend our events at the Ashram in the Santa Rosa area.  For those who do not live in the local Santa Rosa area, Maetreyii Ma offers her Baba Talks for free on Youtube (https://www.youtube.com/@maetreyiima7) and Podbean (https://www.babatalks.info/).  Ananda Gurukula also publishes books and the Baba inspirational writings on many subjects. See more about Maetreyii Ma's books at https://www.maetreyiima.org/shop.html.

 Jenna enjoys sexuality without shame, in the church. By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jenna seduces the Vicar. St Michael's parish church was a charming place of worship that dated back to the 12th century. A quaint little church, the sort that one could see in countless towns and villages across England. Within its walls however, all was not well. Ill-feeling festered among some of the male members of the church, the vicar included. But God, in his great mercy and wisdom, saw fit to send a beautiful angel to this church, in order to bring happiness. And so, our story begins,Reverend Simon Morris was a vicar who hadn't gotten laid in a long time. Aged forty, he'd been at St Michael's for nearly three years now. He prided himself on the success he'd had in increasing the congregation of this little church. The previous vicar, Reverend Smith, had died very suddenly from a stroke back in 2019, leaving the community devastated. Reverend Morris knew he had big boots to fill. So far, God had been with him all the way. He'd steered the church through the Covid pandemic and defied orders to close it during the lockdowns. This action had earned him a lot of respect, not to mention he'd gained a few more loyal sheep who'd deserted other churches. There was just one area where God had been unable to help him - his sexless marriage. He'd been married to Lucy for nearly ten years now and they had a four year old son, Christopher. Unfortunately, it was shortly after Christopher's birth that the avenue of carnal pleasure was closed off to him. He'd tried everything to re-ignite the spark, but nothing worked. Now Christopher had started primary school, Reverend Morris had hoped that things would improve, but instead, he and Lucy drifted further apart. He kept up the appearance that everything was perfect, during the many social functions he had to hold at the vicarage. Inside however, his frustration threatened to overwhelm him. "O Lord God, who hast called thy servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown: Give us faith to go out with a good courage, not knowing whither we go, but only that thy hand is leading us, and thy love supporting us; to the glory of thy Name. Amen." Reverend Morris said a quick prayer to himself as he shook hands with the last of the members of the congregation. He let out a sigh of relief. Another Sunday service had passed - with an increase in numbers. He looked at his watch. He had a brief few minutes to head to the vestry, change out of his cassock and surplice, and pop over to the church hall for tea and biscuits. The usual chit chat with his faithful flock. The nosy old ladies, Josh, the new and nervous curate, Yulia the Ukrainian refugee and her two young children, Amir and Majid, the Iranian brothers who'd fled persecution in their homeland due to being Christians, Debbie the single mother and Sunday school teacher, Tony the reformed drug addict, Mr. and Mrs. Norris, the church's resident do-gooders; a pair of boomers who made it their business to know more about the C of E than the Archbishop of Canterbury, Then there was Jenna Fox. Twenty, red haired and absolutely stunning. And too young for him. He'd spotted her in the congregation earlier, but not on the way out. Which could only mean, "Good morning Reverend!" Jenna said, bold as brass, sauntering out of the toilets, where she'd obviously been waiting for the others to depart. "Oh, good morning Jenna," Reverend Morris replied, staring at her and then quickly averting his eyes downwards. She was wearing attire that was barely suitable for church - a low cut black top and black pleated miniskirt. "I wore black today. For the Queen. Loved your sermon reflecting on her long reign. It was really touching." "Thanks. Glad you liked it. It's been hard to write. So, are you heading over to the church hall? I'll be there shortly." "Mmm, maybe later," she grinned. "Did you know Reverend, that you actually resemble Prince Edward a bit?" Feeling a little uncomfortable at how close she was, he felt color rise in his cheeks. "Uh, well thanks. I'll take that as a compliment! Do excuse me Jenna, I just have to ditch these vestments, then I shall be going to the hall." He hurried off to the vestry. In there, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was an average-looking bloke, not the sort that a stunning younger woman would lust after. "Well at least I'm much younger than Prince Edward." He smiled. Suddenly, the door opened. "You're not getting away from me this time Reverend," Jenna whispered, shutting the door behind her. Before he could say anything, she'd cornered him. Glancing into his pale blue eyes for a moment, she covered his lips with hers, feeling him tense up as her arms reached round his back. After a few seconds, he relaxed, as if he knew resistance of any kind was futile. Jenna could feel the heat of his body through his cassock. "I've wanted you for a long time Reverend," she murmured. "Ever since you taught me that Introduction to Christianity course six months ago." "J-Jenna, this isn't appropriate. I, I am a married man!" "Not a very happy one, I suspect. I can always tell." A shuddering sigh escaped him as her lips brushed his again. Jenna broke the kiss. "Is there any space in here to conduct unholy activities, Reverend?" Powerless to resist this angel of sin, the smitten vicar grabbed her slim hips and motioned her to straddle his lap. "Jenna," he mumbled, rubbing one thumb over the outline of her hardened bra-less nipple through her thin top. "It's, er, been a long time since I was in a situation like this." "Your wife,” "Lucy and I have been leading separate, and sexless lives for years." "I'm sorry to hear that. So let me bring you some salvation." He leaned in to kiss the exposed skin of Jenna's neck; his lips leaving a hot trail from just below her ear to the center of her throat at the neck of her black top. Then he took the lower hem of the top and pushed it up to bare her belly, and then her pert C-cup breasts. Leaning her back, he took one nipple with his lips and she gasped. He was not only willing, but rampant; as Jenna had suspected, it had been a long time since this man had got laid. Even with the cassock and surplice on, there was no disguising the Reverend's raging erection. Jenna explored eagerly, desperately, reaching under the cassock, feeling his hard erection through his trousers. Lord Jesus, Jenna was trembling so much with excitement. She'd had a clergy fetish for years and fantasized about seducing the vicar for such a long time. Reverend Morris returned his attention to her breasts and she was so wet she could almost feel herself dripping into her panties. Without further ado, she unfastened his belt before reaching for his zipper. Reverend Morris attempted to remove his surplice. "No, no, leave that on," Jenna said. "As you wish." He mumbled holding up his cassock, almost unable to comprehend what was about to happen. Jenna knelt in front of the vicar, pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and exposed white boxer shorts - adorned with little Christian crosses. "Oh wow. Where did you get those, Reverend?" Jenna grinned. He blushed. "Um, a church event I attended in London. The gift shop was quite varied,” "Umm." Jenna pulled down his trousers and boxers, freeing his heated cock. "Ah. The staff of life." She took his hot length in her hand, feeling it, and stroked it up and down as she licked and sucked at the tip. "Oh dear God," Reverend Morris groaned. As she groped his shaft, she realized just how wet with pre-cum it was. "Ooh, Reverend you certainly have sinned," Jenna smiled. "Nice and wet - just how I like it." She teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth. She began to suck him off furiously, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, her tongue licking the sensitive underside of his shaft. "Oh, I am blessed!" He gasped. Jenna licked every inch of his love pole, running her tongue cross every vein, igniting every nerve ending. The vicar cried out in joy. Then she withdrew and looked up at him. In her throatiest, most sexy tone, she said, "Well Reverend, are you just going to stand there, or come and tame your lost sheep?" Like a bolt of lightning, Reverend Morris kissed Jenna's lips as if they were the sweet fruit of Eden, and lifted her up. He pulled her drenched lacy panties off. It had been too damn long since he'd had pleasure so willingly offered to him like this. He parted her legs quickly, and, with no further warning, plunged his holy rod deep into her waiting cunt. He began to establish a fast-paced rhythm which soon had them both moaning in pleasure. "Ah hah!" Jenna gasped. "Oh, Reverend. Yes! Right there. Deeper. Deeper! God that feels amazing! Oh! Ah! Oh, Yes!" Jenna was in a state of complete euphoria. She had dreamt about what it would feel like to be fucked by a vicar, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think it would be this incredible. He was a skillful lover, hitting the sensitive nerves within her tunnel, bringing her ever closer to that heavenly pinnacle. Reverend Morris began to quicken his thrusts and rammed his hard staff deeper into her yearning vagina. He felt his climax coming; it was an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy. Faster and faster he thrust, the sound of colliding skin echoing throughout the vestry. Jenna kept on riding the vicar until he blasted his cum into her like a fire hose. "Ah! Praise the Lord!" Jenna looked at Reverend Morris, and for the first time in years, he looked truly satisfied. "For what I hath received, I am truly thankful," he panted. "Me too," Jenna replied, her insides filled with his thick cum. In the afterglow of their sinful fun, they kissed each other softly, caressing one another lovingly. Reverend Morris couldn't stop smiling. So that was what he'd been missing out on. Dear God! He doubted that Lucy could ever match Jenna's standards, even if she suddenly turned into a raving nympho. "I suppose, we should head over to the church hall," Jenna said, idly fingering his clerical collar. "More tea Vicar?" Jenna Plays the Organist's Organ Gordon Leesmith was not having a good day. Another Sunday, another morning Eucharist at St. Michael's, where he dutifully played the organ and directed the choir. It had all gone as planned, until the end of the service when that damned busybody John Norris had felt the need to vent his spleen. "You played the wrong opening hymn, Gordon," John exclaimed, as the congregation departed. "Great is Thy Faithfulness was selected, not Love Divine." "That's not what the vicar told me," Gordon muttered, not looking at him. He loathed this odious pedant. "Anyways I just thought I'd let you know. Patricia and I were a little confused." "No change there then," Gordon replied, unable to restrain himself. "Do you think maybe just for once you and wife might refrain from poking your noses into every bloody thing?" John was so taken aback, he couldn't speak for a moment. "Well really! There's no need for language, Gordon. I was merely saying,” "Don't come the innocent with me, you're the biggest shit-stirrer in this church. I've seen the gossip you spread on Facebook. And I'll play whatever bloody hymn I like, thank you very much." "I wouldn't argue in a church." "I'll argue anywhere as long as I'm in the right. Now bugger off!" Thus suitably chastised, the subdued John left, and Gordon was left to sort through his music sheets in peace. He adjusted his black robe and continued grumbling to himself. He wasn't always as grumpy and short-tempered as this. Years ago he'd been a jolly, fun-loving chap who enjoyed joking with other members of the church. That was before his divorce. Gordon was fifty-five, and had been organist and choirmaster at St Michael's for almost twenty years. Ten years ago, his wife Marjorie had run off with a man young enough to be her son. She was fifty and her lover was a twenty-five year old personal trainer. They'd met online. Gordon's world had been knocked for six. He never imagined Marjorie would cheat on him. They'd always been so happy, with a very active sex life. Jenna had been quietly observing the little outburst with much interest. After expressing an interest in joining the choir, Reverend Morris had warned her that the organist had the "shortest of short fuses." When she'd pressed him further, the vicar had revealed the details of Gordon's marital problems and sworn her to secrecy. Jenna licked her lips. She was aching for a romp with Reverend Morris right now, but he'd been asked to conduct a service at another local church this morning, and a female vicar had stood in for him. What was a horny lass to do? "Poor, miserable Gordon." Jenna mused. "I doubt he gets much action. He needs cheering up." Looking at him, she thought him quite good looking for an older man. He had a full head of silvery hair and unlike Reverend Morris, was of a stocky build. On the occasions she'd seen him minus his long black robe, he possessed quite a paunch. Jenna idly toyed with a strand of her hair, considering her next move. Gordon was giving off daddy kink vibes. "I wonder if the organist will let me play with his organ?" Gordon was busy rifling through hymn books and didn't notice Jenna saunter over at first. She cleared her throat and he glanced round. "Uh. Can I help you with something?" "Oh hello," Jenna replied, acting rather coy. "I, hope I haven't caught you at a bad time, Mr,” "Gordon. Bad time? There's never a good time," he muttered, giving the usual gruff response. "Nothing personal." "Well I just wanted to thank you, Gordon. You played my favorite hymn, Love Divine. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it." His attention captured, Gordon finally put down the books he was fiddling with and sat on the organ stool, facing her. "You did?" "I love anything by Charles Wesley. His hymns are amazing." "Indeed they are. He wrote thousands during his lifetime." Gordon certainly was hard to read. Jenna wondered if she was having any effect on him at all. His dour expression didn't give anything away. It looked like this chap was going to be quite a challenge. "Every week I come to church and I hear you play these lovely old hymns on this fine organ." Jenna continued. "I love hearing you play." "I've had enough practice. I've been doing this for many years now." Evidently, Gordon wasn't used to receiving any kind of compliments whatsoever. Jenna walked closer. "You're so talented." "Ah, well. That's, nice of you to say. What's your name?" Her persistence seemed to be paying off, and the organist appeared to be getting a little flustered at her flattery. "Jenna." "Do you play any musical instruments, Jenna?" Gordon replied. "Just the piano." He nodded. "Good, good. For work or just a hobby?" "Oh purely as a hobby," she smiled, flicking her red hair. "I was wondering, please could you play a bit of Charles Wesley for me?" Gordon's stern face finally relaxed into a smile. "Why certainly. What would you like to hear?" "Oh how about And Can It Be?" He shuffled around on the stool. "Very well. I often practice a bit after the morning service, when the others have left. I'm not one for idle chatter in the church hall." "Me neither," Jenna said, walking up to beside him, so close that her cleavage was at his eye level. Gordon couldn't help but give a side glance, and then quickly looked ahead. "Right, are you ready?" The strains of the great Wesleyan hymn filled the church as Gordon's fingers graced the mighty organ. Jenna hummed along, and then an idea came into her head. Suddenly, Gordon stopped playing. "I don't hear any singing, Jenna. How about you sing whilst I play?" "Ok!" She grinned, and he resumed playing. "And can it be, that I should gain - An int'rest in the Savior's blood?" Jenna deftly unfastened the first button on her white top. "Died He for me, who caused His pain,For me, who Him to death pursued?" Gordon happened to glance to his right again, and almost played a wrong note. Jenna continued singing. "Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?" She unfastened another button. Gordon continued playing, and as the chorus approached, the third and final button of her top was swiftly unfastened. "Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?" Gordon's eyes almost popped out of his head and he cleared his throat. "Go on, play a second verse!" Jenna said. He continued to play, but could feel his face burning. Jenna was singing her heart out, and seemed to be blissfully unaware that she'd suffered a wardrobe malfunction, she wasn't wearing a bra! Bloody hell, what a beautiful pair of tits, Gordon was uncomfortably hot all at once. He was no stranger to internet porn - after his divorce, porn was the only thing he could turn to in order to get a bit of relief, not that it really relieved him all that much, in fact it didn't turn him on at all anymore, he'd become impotent. Suddenly, with the young and beautiful Jenna inches away from him and, somewhat exposed, his dormant cock had surged back into life and was now straining against his underpants and trousers, "Just one more verse, Gordon! I'll give it my all." He continued playing and she resumed singing, her pale, pert breasts jiggling, inches from his face. "Oh dear God," Gordon thought to himself. What a situation to find oneself in. "Should I say something to her?" "My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee!" Jenna pretended to lose her balance. "Whoops!" She said, toppling over and putting her hand on Gordon's thigh. He jolted and played a note that was so off-key, Les Dawson would've been impressed. "Oh Gordon that was such fun! I love that hymn so much!" An embarrassed Gordon quickly rose to his feet. "Um, I'm glad. Er, would you excuse me a minute, Jenna? I need to visit the gents." Jenna struggled to hold back a giggle as he hurried off to the toilets. "He must be rock hard by now," she smirked. "Probably having a wank. I'll give him a few minutes, then I'm going in there after him." Gordon had to relieve himself more frequently these days, due to that most troublesome of male organs - the prostate. Today however, it wasn't an enlarged prostate stopping him from peeing, but a raging boner. He couldn't remember the last time he'd got as hard as this. Unfastening his belt and trousers, he slipped a hand inside his underpants and pulled out his cock. He stroked himself and wondered what to do. That Jenna - was she actually flirting with him? That was ridiculous, she was young enough to be his daughter. What woman in her right mind would want to flirt with a fat old git like him? Still, how could she not have noticed her tits were hanging out like that? It seemed so deliberate. That stunning, red-haired vixen! He couldn't hide in the toilets forever. She might come in looking to see if he was alright. He zipped up his trousers, adjusted his robe and went back into the church, Jenna was sitting on the organ stool, legs crossed, but top wide open. "There you are, Gordon. I was beginning to think you'd flushed yourself down the loo. You're not trying to avoid me are you?" Gordon blushed crimson. "W-what are you playing at? Someone might come in at any moment?" Jenna shrugged. "So what?" Whoever is sat at the organ can't be seen from the door. You have to walk right down the side aisle and come right up close. Nobody can see us. And you played the hymn so good. I just want to show my appreciation." He blinked, mesmerized. "Was I really that good?" Jenna walked over to the organist. "Better than that," she said. She looked up at Gordon with dreamy, lust filled eyes. He was about to say something, but Jenna shut him off, grabbing his neck and pulling his head down to her level. She kissed him hard on the lips. Gordon didn't resist or try to pull away. Spurred on by this, Jenna wrapped his arms round Gordon's sides and pressed her body against his. The organist struggled to stay upright for a second, but regained his balance. He lowered his head and feasted on her hardened nipples, until Jenna pushed him down onto the stool, his back to the organ. "What's that passage in the Bible, something about the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?" Jenna teased, running her hand across his robe-covered thighs. "Uh, I just play the hymns," Gordon sighed, as her hand brushed his crotch. "You're leading me into temptation, that's all I can say. Look what you've done to me!" "I haven't started yet," Jenna smiled, lifting up his black robe, revealing black trousers. His crotch bulge was enormous. "I'm going to have fun playing THIS organ," Jenna said. She felt bolder and more in control than she had ever before, more than when she'd seduced Reverend Morris last week. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing his underwear. Gordon was wearing white y-front underpants, and his cock was straining against the fabric; a large wet spot had appeared. Jenna caressed the bulge, then carefully pulled down his damp y-fronts, revealing his painfully engorged cock. It was average in length but girthy. She began kissing his shaft, which twitched and leaked precum. Gordon gripped the sides of the stool so tight, his fingernails turned white. "Oh God,” "Gordon could you stand up for a sec? Your undies are in the way." Immediately, he did as she asked, and she pulled his underpants and trousers down to his ankles. Half an hour ago, such actions would've been unthinkable, he could barely think at all right now. All his anger and frustration and pent-up desire were released at once, when he felt Jenna's hands slip round his shaft. "That's better." Jenna said. "What a magnificent organ you have!" Sweat ran down Gordon's brow as the temptress licked the head of his cock. The taste of precum was like nectar to her tongue. He was groaning louder now, as Jenna reached his most sensitive areas. She deep throated and sucked him hard and he yelled in pleasure. His balls were so full, he feared they'd explode. "Oh Jenna, harder, more! Yes!" Gordon groaned, putting his hand on her head. She gripped his bare thighs and buried her face deeper between his legs, sucking him. His wiry grey pubes were tickling her nose. Gordon cried out in joy. Jenna withdrew, only to run her tongue around the underside of his cock. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Gordon yelled. He lay back, forgetting the organ was behind him, and his elbows pressed against the lower keyboard. A horrific cacophony of wrong notes filled the church, but neither he or Jenna cared. Gordon reached his peak quickly and it was impossible to stop himself. He repeated Jenna's name, over and over again, as she licked his throbbing member. He let go, feeling that intense wave of pleasure spread up from his balls and across his whole body. A huge stream of cum spurted down Jenna's throat. She swallowed the seed greedily. Cum tasted so good, and Gordon's was especially thick, tangy and delicious. A second spurt landed right between her breasts, while a third and final load sprayed right across her face, leaving her coated in the gooey, sticky essence. "Mmm, Gordon, that was the best!" She slowly licked around his cockhead, as some final drops of cum dripped out. "What on earth is Gordon doing?" Mrs. Norris wondered as she hurried to the church. The din from the organ was so bad, it could be heard in the church hall. She pulled a face and adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses. "What a dreadful noise!" Marching down the aisle, she shouted Gordon's name, but there was no way he could hear due to the deafening din of the organ. Gordon sat up on the stool and the awful noise ceased. "What a delightful mess you've made!" Jenna giggled, as his cum trickled down her face and breasts. "I, I'll get you some tissues," he gasped, still in a blissful stupor. "I really enjoyed playing your organ. Can I play it again sometime?" Gordon's heart jumped in his chest. There was going to be a next time? "Of course you can!" "Gordon, what are you doing? Ah, Oh my God! What the hell is going on in here?” "Oh shit," Gordon exclaimed as he noticed Mrs. Norris standing there. The look on her face was priceless. "What's your problem?" Jenna replied. "Have you never seen a woman playing an organ before?" Passion at the vicarage. After another boring day in her dead-end office job, Jenna was glad to be on her way home. Friday at last, thank God. And speaking of God, her smartphone had just vibrated. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled it out and smiled as she read the message. Hi Archangel Jen God's servant on Earth wondered if you'd like to spend some time with him tonight? Can't wait until Sunday. He has of you the great need and is all alone in the vicarage. L is away visiting sis until Monday. She's taken C along too. xxx R.M "Oh yes!" She said out loud. The vicarage would be more comfortable than another fuck in the vestry. Quickly, she composed a reply. Praise the Lord! Just got to go home and change into something holier, or not! will be there in half an hour. xxx Jenna got into her car. A fun night of "worship" beckoned. St Michael's vicarage was set back from the main road by the church, down a long driveway flanked by beech trees. The trees were already on the turn, ready to show off their autumn color. "Nice," Jenna mused as she admired the attractive garden. "This place is huge." It was way grander than the two bed semi where she'd grown up, and was still living at, with her parents. The cost of living crisis had meant that fleeing the nest had been put on hold. She knocked on the door. She hadn't been waiting for long, when Reverend Morris opened it, No cassock and surplice on tonight, just his "everyday vicar garb" as she termed it - black shirt, clerical collar and black trousers. "Hello Jenna." he said, his voice a little shaky with nervous excitement. He took a deep breath. She looked absolutely stunning, in a figure-hugging black dress. "Wow, um, come in. You look lovely." Jenna flashed him a winning smile. "Why thank you, Reverend! Great place you have here. Your garden's really nice." "Ah, yes it is. Not my efforts, I'm afraid. I have many volunteers who keep it looking good. After all, it's only my house for as long as I'm vicar at St Michaels." He tried not to keep staring, but it was hard not to. "Have, you eaten?" "Not really. Didn't have time. I grabbed a few biscuits on the way out." "Oh good! I was so hoping you'd say that. I thought I could cook us something. I really enjoy cooking." Jenna hadn't been expecting this. "Oh that's so nice of you." It was best to ravish the reverend on a full stomach. "What sort of stuff do you like? You're not veggie or vegan are you?" "Nope. I love my meat. I pretty much eat anything." Reverend Morris smiled. "Same here! Okay, how does fillet steak, chips, side salad and a glass of red wine sound?" "Heavenly!" "By the way, I was at the midweek hymn practice, and Gordon the organist seems to have undergone a personality transplant! I've never seen him so happy. Was he like that when you spoke to him about the choir last Sunday?" Jenna bit her lip. "Hmm, he was a little moody at first, but after I paid him a compliment, he sort of brightened up." "Blimey, whatever did you say to him? He's like a different bloke. He's bitten my head off a few times in the past." "Well," Jenna said innocently, "I thanked him for playing one of my favorite hymns, and said how much I admired his organ, er, his organ playing. I'm a big fan of Charles Wesley." "He did write some great hymns." "Umm, yes. Over 6000 hymns. And he somehow found the time to father eight children. How did he find the time?" Jenna added with a mischievous grin. Reverend Morris chuckled. "Perhaps writing hymns made him very horny!" They both laughed at this. The vicar rose from his chair. "I'd say that steak is just about ready," he said, hurrying into the kitchen. At that moment, Jenna felt her phone vibrate. Quickly, she slipped it out of her bag. Another message. Who was it this time? I have a message from Charles Wesley. He wonders if u would to see his hard, bulging hymn book. Hope 2 c u at church this Sunday. G [heart emoji] "Oh Gordon," Jenna giggled to herself, and switched the phone off. "It's hard work being such a good Christian and helping those in need." The meal was delicious, and to add to the mood, Reverend Morris had some relaxing Gregorian chant music playing in the background. Jenna had never been wined and dined like this before, and after they'd finished, felt it only right to thank the vicar for his kindness. In an instant, Jenna's lips were on his neck again, lingering, tasting him. His hands were in her hair and they were kissing, her sweet breath making him feel light, weightless even. If it was a dream, Reverend Morris never wanted it to end. This woman had awakened something in him that he couldn't quite describe. At this point, as Jenna took his hand and led him upstairs, he realized his marriage to Lucy was well and truly stone dead. The reverend's hands were at Jenna's side, unzipping then lifting the silky material of her dress slowly, over her navel, over her chest, over her head, off. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her breasts, round and perfect, the stuff of many a dream but beautiful beyond any imagining. His hands cupped them gently. His mouth left her lips, trailing down her neck to her chest. He took her nipple in his mouth and teased the erect tip. His hands roamed down over her arse, lavishing her smooth curves. Jenna was amazed at Reverend Morris' confident handling of her body. His sensual, hallowed hands moved over her, sending her heart racing, and she wasted no time in freeing him from his clothing. As Reverend Morris moved to lay over her, he could sense her need. It was almost as palpable as his own desire, and he was eager to satisfy them both. Jenna's hands guided his pulsating member, and at last he thrust boldly into her waiting cunt. The reverend gasped in spite of himself as his rod slid into this tight, warm pleasure hole. She held him so tightly and the sensations that coursed through his loins were beyond what he'd experienced back in the vestry a fortnight ago. Jenna's eyes rolled back as Reverend Morris' cock filled her with perfect execution. She bucked her hips up in time with his forceful thrusts, her hands gripped tightly around his shoulders. His grunts of pleasure were deep and resonant, arousing her even further. His hot shaft bore into her over and over again, gaining intensity with every thrust. Jenna began seeing flashes of light behind her eyes, and she knew that their moment was near. Moments later, they climaxed together; Jenna's cunt was filled to the brim with another load of holy spunk. "God in Heaven! I think we have sinned, a lot!" To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

 Jenna enjoys sexuality without shame, in the church. By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jenna seduces the Vicar. St Michael's parish church was a charming place of worship that dated back to the 12th century. A quaint little church, the sort that one could see in countless towns and villages across England. Within its walls however, all was not well. Ill-feeling festered among some of the male members of the church, the vicar included. But God, in his great mercy and wisdom, saw fit to send a beautiful angel to this church, in order to bring happiness. And so, our story begins,Reverend Simon Morris was a vicar who hadn't gotten laid in a long time. Aged forty, he'd been at St Michael's for nearly three years now. He prided himself on the success he'd had in increasing the congregation of this little church. The previous vicar, Reverend Smith, had died very suddenly from a stroke back in 2019, leaving the community devastated. Reverend Morris knew he had big boots to fill. So far, God had been with him all the way. He'd steered the church through the Covid pandemic and defied orders to close it during the lockdowns. This action had earned him a lot of respect, not to mention he'd gained a few more loyal sheep who'd deserted other churches. There was just one area where God had been unable to help him - his sexless marriage. He'd been married to Lucy for nearly ten years now and they had a four year old son, Christopher. Unfortunately, it was shortly after Christopher's birth that the avenue of carnal pleasure was closed off to him. He'd tried everything to re-ignite the spark, but nothing worked. Now Christopher had started primary school, Reverend Morris had hoped that things would improve, but instead, he and Lucy drifted further apart. He kept up the appearance that everything was perfect, during the many social functions he had to hold at the vicarage. Inside however, his frustration threatened to overwhelm him. "O Lord God, who hast called thy servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown: Give us faith to go out with a good courage, not knowing whither we go, but only that thy hand is leading us, and thy love supporting us; to the glory of thy Name. Amen." Reverend Morris said a quick prayer to himself as he shook hands with the last of the members of the congregation. He let out a sigh of relief. Another Sunday service had passed - with an increase in numbers. He looked at his watch. He had a brief few minutes to head to the vestry, change out of his cassock and surplice, and pop over to the church hall for tea and biscuits. The usual chit chat with his faithful flock. The nosy old ladies, Josh, the new and nervous curate, Yulia the Ukrainian refugee and her two young children, Amir and Majid, the Iranian brothers who'd fled persecution in their homeland due to being Christians, Debbie the single mother and Sunday school teacher, Tony the reformed drug addict, Mr. and Mrs. Norris, the church's resident do-gooders; a pair of boomers who made it their business to know more about the C of E than the Archbishop of Canterbury, Then there was Jenna Fox. Twenty, red haired and absolutely stunning. And too young for him. He'd spotted her in the congregation earlier, but not on the way out. Which could only mean, "Good morning Reverend!" Jenna said, bold as brass, sauntering out of the toilets, where she'd obviously been waiting for the others to depart. "Oh, good morning Jenna," Reverend Morris replied, staring at her and then quickly averting his eyes downwards. She was wearing attire that was barely suitable for church - a low cut black top and black pleated miniskirt. "I wore black today. For the Queen. Loved your sermon reflecting on her long reign. It was really touching." "Thanks. Glad you liked it. It's been hard to write. So, are you heading over to the church hall? I'll be there shortly." "Mmm, maybe later," she grinned. "Did you know Reverend, that you actually resemble Prince Edward a bit?" Feeling a little uncomfortable at how close she was, he felt color rise in his cheeks. "Uh, well thanks. I'll take that as a compliment! Do excuse me Jenna, I just have to ditch these vestments, then I shall be going to the hall." He hurried off to the vestry. In there, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was an average-looking bloke, not the sort that a stunning younger woman would lust after. "Well at least I'm much younger than Prince Edward." He smiled. Suddenly, the door opened. "You're not getting away from me this time Reverend," Jenna whispered, shutting the door behind her. Before he could say anything, she'd cornered him. Glancing into his pale blue eyes for a moment, she covered his lips with hers, feeling him tense up as her arms reached round his back. After a few seconds, he relaxed, as if he knew resistance of any kind was futile. Jenna could feel the heat of his body through his cassock. "I've wanted you for a long time Reverend," she murmured. "Ever since you taught me that Introduction to Christianity course six months ago." "J-Jenna, this isn't appropriate. I, I am a married man!" "Not a very happy one, I suspect. I can always tell." A shuddering sigh escaped him as her lips brushed his again. Jenna broke the kiss. "Is there any space in here to conduct unholy activities, Reverend?" Powerless to resist this angel of sin, the smitten vicar grabbed her slim hips and motioned her to straddle his lap. "Jenna," he mumbled, rubbing one thumb over the outline of her hardened bra-less nipple through her thin top. "It's, er, been a long time since I was in a situation like this." "Your wife,” "Lucy and I have been leading separate, and sexless lives for years." "I'm sorry to hear that. So let me bring you some salvation." He leaned in to kiss the exposed skin of Jenna's neck; his lips leaving a hot trail from just below her ear to the center of her throat at the neck of her black top. Then he took the lower hem of the top and pushed it up to bare her belly, and then her pert C-cup breasts. Leaning her back, he took one nipple with his lips and she gasped. He was not only willing, but rampant; as Jenna had suspected, it had been a long time since this man had got laid. Even with the cassock and surplice on, there was no disguising the Reverend's raging erection. Jenna explored eagerly, desperately, reaching under the cassock, feeling his hard erection through his trousers. Lord Jesus, Jenna was trembling so much with excitement. She'd had a clergy fetish for years and fantasized about seducing the vicar for such a long time. Reverend Morris returned his attention to her breasts and she was so wet she could almost feel herself dripping into her panties. Without further ado, she unfastened his belt before reaching for his zipper. Reverend Morris attempted to remove his surplice. "No, no, leave that on," Jenna said. "As you wish." He mumbled holding up his cassock, almost unable to comprehend what was about to happen. Jenna knelt in front of the vicar, pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and exposed white boxer shorts - adorned with little Christian crosses. "Oh wow. Where did you get those, Reverend?" Jenna grinned. He blushed. "Um, a church event I attended in London. The gift shop was quite varied,” "Umm." Jenna pulled down his trousers and boxers, freeing his heated cock. "Ah. The staff of life." She took his hot length in her hand, feeling it, and stroked it up and down as she licked and sucked at the tip. "Oh dear God," Reverend Morris groaned. As she groped his shaft, she realized just how wet with pre-cum it was. "Ooh, Reverend you certainly have sinned," Jenna smiled. "Nice and wet - just how I like it." She teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth. She began to suck him off furiously, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, her tongue licking the sensitive underside of his shaft. "Oh, I am blessed!" He gasped. Jenna licked every inch of his love pole, running her tongue cross every vein, igniting every nerve ending. The vicar cried out in joy. Then she withdrew and looked up at him. In her throatiest, most sexy tone, she said, "Well Reverend, are you just going to stand there, or come and tame your lost sheep?" Like a bolt of lightning, Reverend Morris kissed Jenna's lips as if they were the sweet fruit of Eden, and lifted her up. He pulled her drenched lacy panties off. It had been too damn long since he'd had pleasure so willingly offered to him like this. He parted her legs quickly, and, with no further warning, plunged his holy rod deep into her waiting cunt. He began to establish a fast-paced rhythm which soon had them both moaning in pleasure. "Ah hah!" Jenna gasped. "Oh, Reverend. Yes! Right there. Deeper. Deeper! God that feels amazing! Oh! Ah! Oh, Yes!" Jenna was in a state of complete euphoria. She had dreamt about what it would feel like to be fucked by a vicar, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think it would be this incredible. He was a skillful lover, hitting the sensitive nerves within her tunnel, bringing her ever closer to that heavenly pinnacle. Reverend Morris began to quicken his thrusts and rammed his hard staff deeper into her yearning vagina. He felt his climax coming; it was an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy. Faster and faster he thrust, the sound of colliding skin echoing throughout the vestry. Jenna kept on riding the vicar until he blasted his cum into her like a fire hose. "Ah! Praise the Lord!" Jenna looked at Reverend Morris, and for the first time in years, he looked truly satisfied. "For what I hath received, I am truly thankful," he panted. "Me too," Jenna replied, her insides filled with his thick cum. In the afterglow of their sinful fun, they kissed each other softly, caressing one another lovingly. Reverend Morris couldn't stop smiling. So that was what he'd been missing out on. Dear God! He doubted that Lucy could ever match Jenna's standards, even if she suddenly turned into a raving nympho. "I suppose, we should head over to the church hall," Jenna said, idly fingering his clerical collar. "More tea Vicar?" Jenna Plays the Organist's Organ Gordon Leesmith was not having a good day. Another Sunday, another morning Eucharist at St. Michael's, where he dutifully played the organ and directed the choir. It had all gone as planned, until the end of the service when that damned busybody John Norris had felt the need to vent his spleen. "You played the wrong opening hymn, Gordon," John exclaimed, as the congregation departed. "Great is Thy Faithfulness was selected, not Love Divine." "That's not what the vicar told me," Gordon muttered, not looking at him. He loathed this odious pedant. "Anyways I just thought I'd let you know. Patricia and I were a little confused." "No change there then," Gordon replied, unable to restrain himself. "Do you think maybe just for once you and wife might refrain from poking your noses into every bloody thing?" John was so taken aback, he couldn't speak for a moment. "Well really! There's no need for language, Gordon. I was merely saying,” "Don't come the innocent with me, you're the biggest shit-stirrer in this church. I've seen the gossip you spread on Facebook. And I'll play whatever bloody hymn I like, thank you very much." "I wouldn't argue in a church." "I'll argue anywhere as long as I'm in the right. Now bugger off!" Thus suitably chastised, the subdued John left, and Gordon was left to sort through his music sheets in peace. He adjusted his black robe and continued grumbling to himself. He wasn't always as grumpy and short-tempered as this. Years ago he'd been a jolly, fun-loving chap who enjoyed joking with other members of the church. That was before his divorce. Gordon was fifty-five, and had been organist and choirmaster at St Michael's for almost twenty years. Ten years ago, his wife Marjorie had run off with a man young enough to be her son. She was fifty and her lover was a twenty-five year old personal trainer. They'd met online. Gordon's world had been knocked for six. He never imagined Marjorie would cheat on him. They'd always been so happy, with a very active sex life. Jenna had been quietly observing the little outburst with much interest. After expressing an interest in joining the choir, Reverend Morris had warned her that the organist had the "shortest of short fuses." When she'd pressed him further, the vicar had revealed the details of Gordon's marital problems and sworn her to secrecy. Jenna licked her lips. She was aching for a romp with Reverend Morris right now, but he'd been asked to conduct a service at another local church this morning, and a female vicar had stood in for him. What was a horny lass to do? "Poor, miserable Gordon." Jenna mused. "I doubt he gets much action. He needs cheering up." Looking at him, she thought him quite good looking for an older man. He had a full head of silvery hair and unlike Reverend Morris, was of a stocky build. On the occasions she'd seen him minus his long black robe, he possessed quite a paunch. Jenna idly toyed with a strand of her hair, considering her next move. Gordon was giving off daddy kink vibes. "I wonder if the organist will let me play with his organ?" Gordon was busy rifling through hymn books and didn't notice Jenna saunter over at first. She cleared her throat and he glanced round. "Uh. Can I help you with something?" "Oh hello," Jenna replied, acting rather coy. "I, hope I haven't caught you at a bad time, Mr,” "Gordon. Bad time? There's never a good time," he muttered, giving the usual gruff response. "Nothing personal." "Well I just wanted to thank you, Gordon. You played my favorite hymn, Love Divine. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it." His attention captured, Gordon finally put down the books he was fiddling with and sat on the organ stool, facing her. "You did?" "I love anything by Charles Wesley. His hymns are amazing." "Indeed they are. He wrote thousands during his lifetime." Gordon certainly was hard to read. Jenna wondered if she was having any effect on him at all. His dour expression didn't give anything away. It looked like this chap was going to be quite a challenge. "Every week I come to church and I hear you play these lovely old hymns on this fine organ." Jenna continued. "I love hearing you play." "I've had enough practice. I've been doing this for many years now." Evidently, Gordon wasn't used to receiving any kind of compliments whatsoever. Jenna walked closer. "You're so talented." "Ah, well. That's, nice of you to say. What's your name?" Her persistence seemed to be paying off, and the organist appeared to be getting a little flustered at her flattery. "Jenna." "Do you play any musical instruments, Jenna?" Gordon replied. "Just the piano." He nodded. "Good, good. For work or just a hobby?" "Oh purely as a hobby," she smiled, flicking her red hair. "I was wondering, please could you play a bit of Charles Wesley for me?" Gordon's stern face finally relaxed into a smile. "Why certainly. What would you like to hear?" "Oh how about And Can It Be?" He shuffled around on the stool. "Very well. I often practice a bit after the morning service, when the others have left. I'm not one for idle chatter in the church hall." "Me neither," Jenna said, walking up to beside him, so close that her cleavage was at his eye level. Gordon couldn't help but give a side glance, and then quickly looked ahead. "Right, are you ready?" The strains of the great Wesleyan hymn filled the church as Gordon's fingers graced the mighty organ. Jenna hummed along, and then an idea came into her head. Suddenly, Gordon stopped playing. "I don't hear any singing, Jenna. How about you sing whilst I play?" "Ok!" She grinned, and he resumed playing. "And can it be, that I should gain - An int'rest in the Savior's blood?" Jenna deftly unfastened the first button on her white top. "Died He for me, who caused His pain,For me, who Him to death pursued?" Gordon happened to glance to his right again, and almost played a wrong note. Jenna continued singing. "Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?" She unfastened another button. Gordon continued playing, and as the chorus approached, the third and final button of her top was swiftly unfastened. "Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?" Gordon's eyes almost popped out of his head and he cleared his throat. "Go on, play a second verse!" Jenna said. He continued to play, but could feel his face burning. Jenna was singing her heart out, and seemed to be blissfully unaware that she'd suffered a wardrobe malfunction, she wasn't wearing a bra! Bloody hell, what a beautiful pair of tits, Gordon was uncomfortably hot all at once. He was no stranger to internet porn - after his divorce, porn was the only thing he could turn to in order to get a bit of relief, not that it really relieved him all that much, in fact it didn't turn him on at all anymore, he'd become impotent. Suddenly, with the young and beautiful Jenna inches away from him and, somewhat exposed, his dormant cock had surged back into life and was now straining against his underpants and trousers, "Just one more verse, Gordon! I'll give it my all." He continued playing and she resumed singing, her pale, pert breasts jiggling, inches from his face. "Oh dear God," Gordon thought to himself. What a situation to find oneself in. "Should I say something to her?" "My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee!" Jenna pretended to lose her balance. "Whoops!" She said, toppling over and putting her hand on Gordon's thigh. He jolted and played a note that was so off-key, Les Dawson would've been impressed. "Oh Gordon that was such fun! I love that hymn so much!" An embarrassed Gordon quickly rose to his feet. "Um, I'm glad. Er, would you excuse me a minute, Jenna? I need to visit the gents." Jenna struggled to hold back a giggle as he hurried off to the toilets. "He must be rock hard by now," she smirked. "Probably having a wank. I'll give him a few minutes, then I'm going in there after him." Gordon had to relieve himself more frequently these days, due to that most troublesome of male organs - the prostate. Today however, it wasn't an enlarged prostate stopping him from peeing, but a raging boner. He couldn't remember the last time he'd got as hard as this. Unfastening his belt and trousers, he slipped a hand inside his underpants and pulled out his cock. He stroked himself and wondered what to do. That Jenna - was she actually flirting with him? That was ridiculous, she was young enough to be his daughter. What woman in her right mind would want to flirt with a fat old git like him? Still, how could she not have noticed her tits were hanging out like that? It seemed so deliberate. That stunning, red-haired vixen! He couldn't hide in the toilets forever. She might come in looking to see if he was alright. He zipped up his trousers, adjusted his robe and went back into the church, Jenna was sitting on the organ stool, legs crossed, but top wide open. "There you are, Gordon. I was beginning to think you'd flushed yourself down the loo. You're not trying to avoid me are you?" Gordon blushed crimson. "W-what are you playing at? Someone might come in at any moment?" Jenna shrugged. "So what?" Whoever is sat at the organ can't be seen from the door. You have to walk right down the side aisle and come right up close. Nobody can see us. And you played the hymn so good. I just want to show my appreciation." He blinked, mesmerized. "Was I really that good?" Jenna walked over to the organist. "Better than that," she said. She looked up at Gordon with dreamy, lust filled eyes. He was about to say something, but Jenna shut him off, grabbing his neck and pulling his head down to her level. She kissed him hard on the lips. Gordon didn't resist or try to pull away. Spurred on by this, Jenna wrapped his arms round Gordon's sides and pressed her body against his. The organist struggled to stay upright for a second, but regained his balance. He lowered his head and feasted on her hardened nipples, until Jenna pushed him down onto the stool, his back to the organ. "What's that passage in the Bible, something about the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?" Jenna teased, running her hand across his robe-covered thighs. "Uh, I just play the hymns," Gordon sighed, as her hand brushed his crotch. "You're leading me into temptation, that's all I can say. Look what you've done to me!" "I haven't started yet," Jenna smiled, lifting up his black robe, revealing black trousers. His crotch bulge was enormous. "I'm going to have fun playing THIS organ," Jenna said. She felt bolder and more in control than she had ever before, more than when she'd seduced Reverend Morris last week. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing his underwear. Gordon was wearing white y-front underpants, and his cock was straining against the fabric; a large wet spot had appeared. Jenna caressed the bulge, then carefully pulled down his damp y-fronts, revealing his painfully engorged cock. It was average in length but girthy. She began kissing his shaft, which twitched and leaked precum. Gordon gripped the sides of the stool so tight, his fingernails turned white. "Oh God,” "Gordon could you stand up for a sec? Your undies are in the way." Immediately, he did as she asked, and she pulled his underpants and trousers down to his ankles. Half an hour ago, such actions would've been unthinkable, he could barely think at all right now. All his anger and frustration and pent-up desire were released at once, when he felt Jenna's hands slip round his shaft. "That's better." Jenna said. "What a magnificent organ you have!" Sweat ran down Gordon's brow as the temptress licked the head of his cock. The taste of precum was like nectar to her tongue. He was groaning louder now, as Jenna reached his most sensitive areas. She deep throated and sucked him hard and he yelled in pleasure. His balls were so full, he feared they'd explode. "Oh Jenna, harder, more! Yes!" Gordon groaned, putting his hand on her head. She gripped his bare thighs and buried her face deeper between his legs, sucking him. His wiry grey pubes were tickling her nose. Gordon cried out in joy. Jenna withdrew, only to run her tongue around the underside of his cock. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Gordon yelled. He lay back, forgetting the organ was behind him, and his elbows pressed against the lower keyboard. A horrific cacophony of wrong notes filled the church, but neither he or Jenna cared. Gordon reached his peak quickly and it was impossible to stop himself. He repeated Jenna's name, over and over again, as she licked his throbbing member. He let go, feeling that intense wave of pleasure spread up from his balls and across his whole body. A huge stream of cum spurted down Jenna's throat. She swallowed the seed greedily. Cum tasted so good, and Gordon's was especially thick, tangy and delicious. A second spurt landed right between her breasts, while a third and final load sprayed right across her face, leaving her coated in the gooey, sticky essence. "Mmm, Gordon, that was the best!" She slowly licked around his cockhead, as some final drops of cum dripped out. "What on earth is Gordon doing?" Mrs. Norris wondered as she hurried to the church. The din from the organ was so bad, it could be heard in the church hall. She pulled a face and adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses. "What a dreadful noise!" Marching down the aisle, she shouted Gordon's name, but there was no way he could hear due to the deafening din of the organ. Gordon sat up on the stool and the awful noise ceased. "What a delightful mess you've made!" Jenna giggled, as his cum trickled down her face and breasts. "I, I'll get you some tissues," he gasped, still in a blissful stupor. "I really enjoyed playing your organ. Can I play it again sometime?" Gordon's heart jumped in his chest. There was going to be a next time? "Of course you can!" "Gordon, what are you doing? Ah, Oh my God! What the hell is going on in here?” "Oh shit," Gordon exclaimed as he noticed Mrs. Norris standing there. The look on her face was priceless. "What's your problem?" Jenna replied. "Have you never seen a woman playing an organ before?" Passion at the vicarage. After another boring day in her dead-end office job, Jenna was glad to be on her way home. Friday at last, thank God. And speaking of God, her smartphone had just vibrated. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled it out and smiled as she read the message. Hi Archangel Jen God's servant on Earth wondered if you'd like to spend some time with him tonight? Can't wait until Sunday. He has of you the great need and is all alone in the vicarage. L is away visiting sis until Monday. She's taken C along too. xxx R.M "Oh yes!" She said out loud. The vicarage would be more comfortable than another fuck in the vestry. Quickly, she composed a reply. Praise the Lord! Just got to go home and change into something holier, or not! will be there in half an hour. xxx Jenna got into her car. A fun night of "worship" beckoned. St Michael's vicarage was set back from the main road by the church, down a long driveway flanked by beech trees. The trees were already on the turn, ready to show off their autumn color. "Nice," Jenna mused as she admired the attractive garden. "This place is huge." It was way grander than the two bed semi where she'd grown up, and was still living at, with her parents. The cost of living crisis had meant that fleeing the nest had been put on hold. She knocked on the door. She hadn't been waiting for long, when Reverend Morris opened it, No cassock and surplice on tonight, just his "everyday vicar garb" as she termed it - black shirt, clerical collar and black trousers. "Hello Jenna." he said, his voice a little shaky with nervous excitement. He took a deep breath. She looked absolutely stunning, in a figure-hugging black dress. "Wow, um, come in. You look lovely." Jenna flashed him a winning smile. "Why thank you, Reverend! Great place you have here. Your garden's really nice." "Ah, yes it is. Not my efforts, I'm afraid. I have many volunteers who keep it looking good. After all, it's only my house for as long as I'm vicar at St Michaels." He tried not to keep staring, but it was hard not to. "Have, you eaten?" "Not really. Didn't have time. I grabbed a few biscuits on the way out." "Oh good! I was so hoping you'd say that. I thought I could cook us something. I really enjoy cooking." Jenna hadn't been expecting this. "Oh that's so nice of you." It was best to ravish the reverend on a full stomach. "What sort of stuff do you like? You're not veggie or vegan are you?" "Nope. I love my meat. I pretty much eat anything." Reverend Morris smiled. "Same here! Okay, how does fillet steak, chips, side salad and a glass of red wine sound?" "Heavenly!" "By the way, I was at the midweek hymn practice, and Gordon the organist seems to have undergone a personality transplant! I've never seen him so happy. Was he like that when you spoke to him about the choir last Sunday?" Jenna bit her lip. "Hmm, he was a little moody at first, but after I paid him a compliment, he sort of brightened up." "Blimey, whatever did you say to him? He's like a different bloke. He's bitten my head off a few times in the past." "Well," Jenna said innocently, "I thanked him for playing one of my favorite hymns, and said how much I admired his organ, er, his organ playing. I'm a big fan of Charles Wesley." "He did write some great hymns." "Umm, yes. Over 6000 hymns. And he somehow found the time to father eight children. How did he find the time?" Jenna added with a mischievous grin. Reverend Morris chuckled. "Perhaps writing hymns made him very horny!" They both laughed at this. The vicar rose from his chair. "I'd say that steak is just about ready," he said, hurrying into the kitchen. At that moment, Jenna felt her phone vibrate. Quickly, she slipped it out of her bag. Another message. Who was it this time? I have a message from Charles Wesley. He wonders if u would to see his hard, bulging hymn book. Hope 2 c u at church this Sunday. G [heart emoji] "Oh Gordon," Jenna giggled to herself, and switched the phone off. "It's hard work being such a good Christian and helping those in need." The meal was delicious, and to add to the mood, Reverend Morris had some relaxing Gregorian chant music playing in the background. Jenna had never been wined and dined like this before, and after they'd finished, felt it only right to thank the vicar for his kindness. In an instant, Jenna's lips were on his neck again, lingering, tasting him. His hands were in her hair and they were kissing, her sweet breath making him feel light, weightless even. If it was a dream, Reverend Morris never wanted it to end. This woman had awakened something in him that he couldn't quite describe. At this point, as Jenna took his hand and led him upstairs, he realized his marriage to Lucy was well and truly stone dead. The reverend's hands were at Jenna's side, unzipping then lifting the silky material of her dress slowly, over her navel, over her chest, over her head, off. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her breasts, round and perfect, the stuff of many a dream but beautiful beyond any imagining. His hands cupped them gently. His mouth left her lips, trailing down her neck to her chest. He took her nipple in his mouth and teased the erect tip. His hands roamed down over her arse, lavishing her smooth curves. Jenna was amazed at Reverend Morris' confident handling of her body. His sensual, hallowed hands moved over her, sending her heart racing, and she wasted no time in freeing him from his clothing. As Reverend Morris moved to lay over her, he could sense her need. It was almost as palpable as his own desire, and he was eager to satisfy them both. Jenna's hands guided his pulsating member, and at last he thrust boldly into her waiting cunt. The reverend gasped in spite of himself as his rod slid into this tight, warm pleasure hole. She held him so tightly and the sensations that coursed through his loins were beyond what he'd experienced back in the vestry a fortnight ago. Jenna's eyes rolled back as Reverend Morris' cock filled her with perfect execution. She bucked her hips up in time with his forceful thrusts, her hands gripped tightly around his shoulders. His grunts of pleasure were deep and resonant, arousing her even further. His hot shaft bore into her over and over again, gaining intensity with every thrust. Jenna began seeing flashes of light behind her eyes, and she knew that their moment was near. Moments later, they climaxed together; Jenna's cunt was filled to the brim with another load of holy spunk. "God in Heaven! I think we have sinned, a lot!" To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

"Love is the water of life. Drink it down with heart and soul. Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ Rumi New Moon Arrives(d): Friday, November 1, 2024 at 5:47 AM. PDT, continuing on in LUNAR CYCLE 10. At the Equator, we are entering into Cycle 9.  Sol + Luna Cycles: The Fall/Spring New Moon Musings, Silent Meditation and Sound-Electromagnetic Therapy. Pause. Listen. Be. Contemplation:  Are you ready to practice being in harmony with divine love? What is needed to harmonize exactly where you can serve with your gifts and the divine? Time Stamp: Dharma Moon Musing at 0, Meditation at 20:00, Sound 45:00 and Outro 1:25:00 Music ‘Fields of Flowers' by Cadre Scott Purchase River Single  Here Random Rab Dante Marino Sound Suzanne Toro Weekly Writings and Well Being  

"Love is the water of life. Drink it down with heart and soul. Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. Our task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ RumiNew Moon Arrives(d): Friday, November 1, 2024 at 5:47 AM. PDT, continuing on in LUNAR CYCLE 10. At the Equator, we are entering into Cycle 9. Sol + Luna Cycles: The Fall/Spring New Moon Musings, Silent Meditation and Sound-Electromagnetic Therapy will be live tomorrow. I will be recording right as the NEW MOON arrives and post shortly there after. If inspired, Pause, Be and Listen.Contemplation: Are you ready to practice being in harmony with divine love? What is needed to harmonize exactly where you can serve with your gifts and the divine?Time Stamp: Dharma Moon Musing at 0, Meditation at 20:00, Sound 45:00 and Outro 1:25:00Music‘Fields of Flowers' by Cadre ScottPurchase River Single  HereRandom RabRandom Rab Interview:Purchase AlbumDante MarinoSound Suzanne ToroProduction brought to you by OmToro Wellness + MediaMind Training: 8 Limbs Yoga Session: Weekly Writings and Well BeingHumanity + Earth Friendly Goodies:SuperfeastLiving TeaKindSpringFormula FlawlessZinZino Balance Oil  Balance + Focus Quick LinkOra CacoaBook: SunPlayHoney Bee Hippie

Order of Divine Service, p.7   The Augustana Service Book and Hymnal Hymn “From All That Dwell Below the Skies” LW 440 Readings:  Deut. 7:9-11, Philippians 1:3-11, Matthew 18:23-35 Hymn of the Day: “From Depths of Woe I Cry to Thee” (The Augustana Service Book and Hymnal #60, LW 230, TLH 329) Sermon Offertory: "Create in Me…"         p.18 General Prayer………                    p.19-20 Hymn: “Sent Forth by God's Blessing” LW 247 Exhortation                                    p.21 Communion Service, p.144 (Lutheran Worship) Communion Hymns: “Gracious Things of You Are Spoken” LW 294 “Love Divine, All Love Excelling” LW 286, TLH 351 “Abide with Us, Our Savior” LW 287 --Michael D. Henson, Pastor of Trinity Lutheran Church (Herrin, IL). Service Bulletin: Trinity-Twenty-Second-Cover-10-27-2024-Online.pdf https://vimeo.com/1021459612?share=copy Picture: Ottheinrich Bible 1430  (VII:49) The Shipwreck on Malta in Acts 27:27ff

OCTOBER 20, 2024 22ND SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST LAITY SUNDAY REV. KENDRA BALLIET JIM ROSS, ORGANIST Prelude - Prelude - J. Brahms Welcome *Call to Worship Leader: Wait. People: Breathe. Leader: Let the anxiety take a break for just a moment. People: Breathe again. Leader: We are not alone. People: Christ is with us. Leader: Let us take a deep breath together [take a breath]… The rhythm of our breath and heartbeat is the same. Our desire for life and love is the same. Our desire for a peace in which we flourish is the same. Let this moment permeate our souls, and let us pass the peace of Christ between us. This peace is meant for all people. Leader: The peace of Christ be with you. People: And also with you. *Opening Hymn “Love Divine, All Loves Excelling” #384 *Opening Prayer Reconciling God, we ask you to help us open to compassion, for we are a divided world, and the conflict is waging even within us in this moment. Empower us, and invite us to “do unto ourselves and others” in ways that build up your kin-dom on earth as it is in heaven. We pray this in the name of Jesus, the Center That Holds, and in the power of the Spirit That Transforms. Amen. Affirmation of Faith: A Modern Affirmation #885 Gloria Patri Children's Chat Music Ministry and Offertory - Jesus Is My Life - Todd Kendall Doxology and Prayer of Gratitude Scripture - Sermon - Laity Sunday - Jean Shanley Joys/Concerns Hymn “Help Us Accept Each Other” #560 Pastoral Prayer/Lord's Prayer Closing Hymn "Blest Be the Tie" #557 Action Steps & Benediction Postlude - Voluntary in D Major - John Stanley Thank you for sharing in this worship service. Please continue to stay in touch through our website (stoneumc.org) and/or by following us on Facebook (Stone UMC). If you have joys or concerns that you would like lifted up in prayer, please fill out the Prayer Card in the pew, on the website, share them by contacting us at 814-724-6736 or churchoffice@stoneumc.org

OCTOBER 20, 2024 22ND SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST LAITY SUNDAY REV. KENDRA BALLIET JIM ROSS, ORGANIST Prelude - Prelude - J. Brahms Welcome *Call to Worship Leader: Wait. People: Breathe. Leader: Let the anxiety take a break for just a moment. People: Breathe again. Leader: We are not alone. People: Christ is with us. Leader: Let us take a deep breath together [take a breath]… The rhythm of our breath and heartbeat is the same. Our desire for life and love is the same. Our desire for a peace in which we flourish is the same. Let this moment permeate our souls, and let us pass the peace of Christ between us. This peace is meant for all people. Leader: The peace of Christ be with you. People: And also with you. *Opening Hymn “Love Divine, All Loves Excelling” #384 *Opening Prayer Reconciling God, we ask you to help us open to compassion, for we are a divided world, and the conflict is waging even within us in this moment. Empower us, and invite us to “do unto ourselves and others” in ways that build up your kin-dom on earth as it is in heaven. We pray this in the name of Jesus, the Center That Holds, and in the power of the Spirit That Transforms. Amen. Affirmation of Faith: A Modern Affirmation #885 Gloria Patri Children's Chat Music Ministry and Offertory - Jesus Is My Life - Todd Kendall Doxology and Prayer of Gratitude Scripture - Sermon - Laity Sunday - Jean Shanley Joys/Concerns Hymn “Help Us Accept Each Other” #560 Pastoral Prayer/Lord's Prayer Closing Hymn "Blest Be the Tie" #557 Action Steps & Benediction Postlude - Voluntary in D Major - John Stanley Thank you for sharing in this worship service. Please continue to stay in touch through our website (stoneumc.org) and/or by following us on Facebook (Stone UMC). If you have joys or concerns that you would like lifted up in prayer, please fill out the Prayer Card in the pew, on the website, share them by contacting us at 814-724-6736 or churchoffice@stoneumc.org

Walking In The Shadows And I'm Chasing The Light I'm Listening For Your Voice In The Silence Of The Night Every Step I Take, I Feel You Near In The Darkest Valley I Will Not Fear Oh, Love Divine, Capture This Love Of Mine Fire On The Mountain, Let Your Spirit Shine And Fill This Heart Of Mine Wind Blowing Through The Trees Tonight Telling Me Everything‘s Gonna Be All Right Jesus, You Are My Light My Guiding Star Bridge: Oh, Light Divine Illuminate This Mind Lift The Veil Of Shadows To Let Your So Light Shine I Am Weak, But You Are Strong On This Holy Road That I Am Walking On Magnificent One Jesus You Are The Risen Son

We live in a diverse community where the welfare of one is coupled with the welfare of the other. The law of attraction operates here in an overwhelming magnitude. When we give love, the world around will give that love back to us in multitudes. The smallest act of sharing has the potential to turn a person's life around. Sharing and caring means a lot to a person in need.“Love expects no reward. Love knows no fear. Love Divine gives – does not demand. Love thinks no evil; imputes no motive. To Love is to share and serve.” ~ Swami Sivanandahttp://saibalsanskaar.wordpress.com

1 Corinthians 13:1-13

Love Divine, All Loves Excelling Closing Music from the July 28th Worship Service Groveport UMC, Groveport, Ohio

Analyzing Prayer draws together a range of theologians and philosophers to deal with different approaches to prayer as a Christian practice. The essays included deal with issues pertaining to petitionary prayer, prayer as reorientation of oneself in the presence of God, prayer by those who do not believe, liturgical prayer, mystical prayer, whether God prays, the interrelation between prayer and various forms of knowledge, theologizing as a form of prayer, lament and prayer, prayer and God's presence, and even prayer and the meaning of life. The volume contains cutting-edge studies on a neglected topic of theological study that contributes to the broadening of themes tackled by analytic theology.Oliver D. Crisp, Professor of Analytic Theology, University of St Andrews, James M. Arcadi, ?Associate Professor of Biblical and Systematic Theology, Trinity Evangelical Divinity School, Deerfield, Illinois, Jordan Wessling, Assistant Professor of Religion, Lindsey Wilson College Oliver D. Crisp is the Professor of Analytic Theology and Director of the Logos Institute for Analytic and Exegetical Theology. He joined the Divinity School in the autumn of 2019, having previously taught at Fuller Theological Seminary in California (2011-2019), the University of Bristol (2006-2011), and St Andrews (2002-2004). He has also held postdoctoral research fellowships at the Center for Philosophy of Religion, University of Notre Dame (2004-5; 2019), and the Center of Theological Inquiry, Princeton (2008-9). Crisp is the author of over a dozen books and over a hundred journal articles. James M. Arcadi is Associate Professor of Biblical and Systematic Theology at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School in Deerfield, Illinois, USA. He is author of An Incarnational Model of the Eucharist (2018), co-author of The Nature and Promise of Analytic Theology (2019), and author of essays in such journals as Scottish Journal of Theology, Religious Studies, and Journal of Theological Interpretation. He is co-editor of Love: Divine and Human: Contemporary Essays in Systematic and Philosophical Theology (2019) and The T&T Clark Handbook of Analytic Theology (2021). Ordained in the Anglican Church in North America, he has served in parishes in Massachusetts, California, and Illinois. Jordan Wessling is Assistant Professor of Religion at Lindsey Wilson College. His articles have appeared in journals such as the International Journal of Systematic Theology, Faith & Philosophy, Zygon, Theology and Science, and the International Journal of Philosophy of Religion. His book, Love Divine: A Systematic Account of God's Love for Humanity, was published by Oxford University Press in 2021, and, with Oliver Crisp and James Arcadi, he authored The Nature and Promise of Analytic Theology (2019) and edited Love, Divine and Human: Contemporary Essays in Systematic and Philosophical Theology (2019).Buy the book from Wellington Square Bookshop - ​https://www.wellingtonsquarebooks.com/book/9780192859044

IHP content is for people who choose the human love narrative, not the human suffering narrative. Don't tune in if you don't love life and humanity because this won't be for you. Don't tune in if you still believe in evil or the devil. Topic not ideal for ego-sensitive or emotionally sensitive (on any/all life - including socio-pol-eco - topics) people. Please do not tune in. Thank you! All IHP content resonates with people who want to achieve enlightenment the human way. IHP podcast host Maria Florio shares voices, stories and perspectives from her 5D mystic enlightenment functional adult life to give examples of what it's like to know emotional self-regulation skills, experience secure attachment, have functional adult conversations and experience 5D relationships (5D and beyond vibing people). You hear about how easy it is to be yourself, to pursue inner growth, to unconditionally love, to have compassion, and live your best life with outer and inner-well being in the forefront. Also explored, how to communicate and handle emotionally insecure adaptive children grown ups, the 3D or 4D vibing individuals, those who stay within insecure emotional human suffering vibration experience and mindset, or who hold drama as the go-to in relationships, or use projection due to unresolved and unaddressed trauma, attachment wounds, and inner child wounds that come up in their behavior. Since trauma is relational and intimacy necessary to heal it, through Maria's stories and perspectives people get an idea of securely attached options on how to handle projection to the best of your ability and create a safe environment for another person to heal or for you to set a healthy boundary if the person bringing the projection (3D/4D drama vibe) is not seeking to move beyond their safety behavior/unresolved trauma emotional response. All of what we do in our day-to-day relationships, conversations, and interactions can bring the potential for healing and expansion of consciousness. This and more is what the IHP content and community is all about. Welcome and thanks for tuning in! Love, Maria ♾️

In this captivating episode of “Loud Whisper” we dig deep with acclaimed influencer Doris Hobbs, a seasoned professional with over 17 years of experience in integrated marketing, luxury fashion, and entrepreneurship. Doris, also known as the "Glamorous Diabetic," shares her deeply personal journey of advocating for diabetes awareness, rooted in her family's history with the condition. Through vulnerability and authenticity, Doris reflects on the impact of fear, stress, and mindset on her health journey, emphasizing the importance of holistic healing and spiritual growth.As the conversation unfolds, we delve into the power of self-love, surrender, and the transformative journey of embracing one's true identity. As well as explore themes of resilience, faith, and the pursuit of inner peace, offering valuable insights and practical wisdom for listeners navigating their own healing journeys. Through candid sharing and profound reflections, the episode hopes to inspire you to embrace self-love, surrender to divine guidance, and discover the transformative power of the heart.But the journey doesn't stop there. In this episode, we also delve into the essence of self-discovery and empowerment with profound insights. We  reflect on our personal journey of letting go of toxic patterns, embracing self-love, and understanding the power of the mind. Emphasizing the significance of mindfulness, self-awareness, and setting boundaries for personal growth and empowerment.Furthermore, we embark on a heartfelt exploration of co-creation with the divine, surrendering to the flow of the universe, and the evolution of the self. Sharing a personal journey of surrendering to a higher power, illustrating how each moment of surrender is an act of faith and liberation. Don't miss out on this transformative episode filled with captivating conversations, inspiring insights, and practical wisdom for anyone on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. Tune in to awaken your spirit, ignite your inner light, and embrace the fullness of your journey on your own terms. Press play and let the journey begin! Connect with Doris Hobbs:Website: https://richinlovefashion.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/richinlovefashion/Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/shop/RichinLoveBoutiqueYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@DorisHobbsGet Doris's book here: https://store.bookbaby.com/book/confessions-of-a-job-whorePlease be sure to subscribe for updates on our regular episodes. I love to hear what your favorite aspects and takeaways may be. Thank you so much for listening.

PreludeWelcome & News of the ChurchCall to WorshipOpening Hymn - (#342) "Come, Christians, Join to Sing"Praise SongsConfession, Assurance, and Gloria PatriSpecial MusicSermon - "Love in Action" (I John 3:16–24) - by Rev. Jason GrifficeHymn of Response - (#622) "O How He Loves You and Me" (verse 1)OffertoryDoxologyPrayers of the PeopleClosing Hymn - (#21) "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling"BenedictionPostludeCome, Christians, Join to SingCome, Christians, join to sing Alleluia! Amen!Loud praise to Christ our King; Alleluia! Amen!Let all, with heart and voice, Before His throne rejoice; Praise is His gracious choice: Alleluia! Amen!Come, lift you hearts on high; Alleluia! Amen!Let praises fill the sky; Alleluia! Amen!He is our Guide and Friend; To us He'll condescend; His love shall never end: Alleluia! Amen!Praise yet our Christ again; Alleluia! Amen!Life shall not end the strain; Alleluia! Amen!On heaven's blissful shore His goodness we'll adore, Singing forevermore,"Alleluia! Amen!"Amen. O How He Loves You and MeO how He loves you and me. O how He loves you and me; He gave His life, what more could He give: O how He loves you, O how He loves me, O how He loves you and me. Love Divine, All Loves ExcellingLove divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heaven to earth come down, Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart. Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast; Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find Thy promised rest. Take away our bent to sinning, Alpha and Omega be; End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive; Suddenly return, and never, Nevermore Thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. Finish then Thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Let us see Thy great salvation Perfectly restored in Thee. Changed from glory into glory, 'Til in heaven we take our place, 'Til we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.Amen. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Thursday 14th March: Love Divine by St Martin's Voices

It's the First Monday After the Epiphany in the Church Calendar. January 8, 2024 Praying today for Viola in Kingston. Our general order and lectionary comes from the Book of Common Prayer Daily Office. We'll sing “Love divine, all loves excelling” by Charles Wesley and John Zundel with a prayer of confession. We'll read Psalms 1, 2, and 3 followed by the Gloria Patri. Our Scripture lesson is John 1:1-18. We'll say the Apostles' Creed, the Lord's Prayer, and the Collect of the Day followed by a time of spontaneous, prompted prayer. If you have a prayer request please submit it here. Sign up here for the email list. Morning Prayer and Worship is a production of Steady Stream Ministries, a 501(c)(3) non profit organization. Thank you for your support. You can go here to find out more. Join our Facebook group here! Art: Mary and Jesus by Marcin Biesek. First Sunday after the Epiphany: The Baptism of Our Lord - Father in heaven, who at the baptism of Jesus in the River Jordan proclaimed him your beloved Son and anointed him with the Holy Spirit: Grant that all who are baptized into his Name may keep the covenant they have made, and boldly confess him as Lord and Savior; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, in glory everlasting. Amen. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/prayerandworship/message

Merry Christmas! The Advent season marks the beginning of the church year. Advent gives us the opportunity to practice waiting for the light of Christ's coming into the dark places of our world and our lives. Advent literally means “arrival,” and during this season we remember the coming of Christ from the biblical story but also, we look for his presence in our lives now. The season of Advent guides us into a time of active waiting and heightens our senses as we wait watchfully and patiently for a King who will come and save us. During this season we will look at how Jesus brings Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love. Each week we will have a candle that we light to mark where we are in the season of advent.  If you would like more information about Hopevale and be a part of all that is happening you can download our mobile app by texting HOPEVALEAPP to 77977. You can also go to https://www.hopevale.org/weekly to subscribe to your weekly updates. We want to thank you for giving to the Lord here at Hopevale. It is because of you that we can use digital platforms like this to share the hope of Jesus. To give you can simply text HOPEVALE to 77977 or go to https://www.hopevale.org/give. You can also mail in your donation to 5360 Shattuck Road, Saginaw, MI 48603. Thank again! If you need prayer your Hopevale family is here for you. You can email us at prayer@hopevale.org for our Saginaw campus or bcprayer@hopevale.org for our Bay City campus.

December 17, 2023 • Christina Rossetti: Love Incarnate, Love Divine – Melody Schwarting by All Souls Anglican Church

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Jenna enjoys sexuality without shame, in the church.By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Jenna seduces the Vicar.St Michael’s parish church was a charming place of worship that dated back to the 12th century. A quaint little church, the sort that one could see in countless towns and villages across England. Within its walls however, all was not well. Ill-feeling festered among some of the male members of the church, the vicar included. But God, in his great mercy and wisdom, saw fit to send a beautiful angel to this church, in order to bring happiness.And so, our story begins,Reverend Simon Morris was a vicar who hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. Aged forty, he’d been at St Michael’s for nearly three years now. He prided himself on the success he’d had in increasing the congregation of this little church. The previous vicar, Reverend Smith, had died very suddenly from a stroke back in 2019, leaving the community devastated. Reverend Morris knew he had big boots to fill. So far, God had been with him all the way. He’d steered the church through the Covid pandemic and defied orders to close it during the lockdowns. This action had earned him a lot of respect, not to mention he’d gained a few more loyal sheep who’d deserted other churches.There was just one area where God had been unable to help him - his sexless marriage. He’d been married to Lucy for nearly ten years now and they had a four year old son, Christopher. Unfortunately, it was shortly after Christopher’s birth that the avenue of carnal pleasure was closed off to him. He’d tried everything to re-ignite the spark, but nothing worked. Now Christopher had started primary school, Reverend Morris had hoped that things would improve, but instead, he and Lucy drifted further apart. He kept up the appearance that everything was perfect, during the many social functions he had to hold at the vicarage. Inside however, his frustration threatened to overwhelm him.“O Lord God, who hast called thy servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown: Give us faith to go out with a good courage, not knowing whither we go, but only that thy hand is leading us, and thy love supporting us; to the glory of thy Name.Amen.”Reverend Morris said a quick prayer to himself as he shook hands with the last of the members of the congregation. He let out a sigh of relief. Another Sunday service had passed - with an increase in numbers. He looked at his watch. He had a brief few minutes to head to the vestry, change out of his cassock and surplice, and pop over to the church hall for tea and biscuits. The usual chit chat with his faithful flock.The nosey old ladies, Josh, the new and nervous curate, Yulia the Ukrainian refugee and her two young children, Amir and Majid, the Iranian brothers who’d fled persecution in their homeland due to being Christians, Debbie the single mother and Sunday school teacher, Tony the reformed drug addict, Mr. and Mrs. Norris, the church’s resident do-gooders; a pair of boomers who made it their business to know more about the C of E than the Archbishop of Canterbury,Then there was Jenna Fox. Twenty, red haired and absolutely stunning. And too young for him.He’d spotted her in the congregation earlier, but not on the way out. Which could only mean,“Good morning Reverend!” Jenna said, bold as brass, sauntering out of the toilets, where she’d obviously been waiting for the others to depart.“Oh, good morning Jenna,” Reverend Morris replied, staring at her and then quickly averting his eyes downwards. She was wearing attire that was barely suitable for church - a low cut black top and black pleated miniskirt.“I wore black today. For the Queen. Loved your sermon reflecting on her long reign. It was really touching.”“Thanks. Glad you liked it. It’s been hard to write. So, are you heading over to the church hall? I’ll be there shortly.”“Mmm, maybe later,” she grinned. “Did you know Reverend, that you actually resemble Prince Edward a bit?”Feeling a little uncomfortable at how close she was, he felt color rise in his cheeks. “Uh, well thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment! Do excuse me Jenna, I just have to ditch these vestments, then I shall be going to the hall.”He hurried off to the vestry. In there, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was an average-looking bloke, not the sort that a stunning younger woman would lust after.“Well at least I’m much younger than Prince Edward.” He smiled. Suddenly, the door opened.“You’re not getting away from me this time Reverend,” Jenna whispered, shutting the door behind her.Before he could say anything, she’d cornered him. Glancing into his pale blue eyes for a moment, she covered his lips with hers, feeling him tense up as her arms reached round his back. After a few seconds, he relaxed, as if he knew resistance of any kind was futile. Jenna could feel the heat of his body through his cassock.“I’ve wanted you for a long time Reverend,” she murmured. “Ever since you taught me that Introduction to Christianity course six months ago.”“J-Jenna, this isn’t appropriate. I, I am a married man!”“Not a very happy one, I suspect. I can always tell.” A shuddering sigh escaped him as her lips brushed his again. Jenna broke the kiss. “Is there any space in here to conduct unholy activities, Reverend?”Powerless to resist this angel of sin, the smitten vicar grabbed her slim hips and motioned her to straddle his lap. “Jenna,” he mumbled, rubbing one thumb over the outline of her hardened bra-less nipple through her thin top. “It’s, er, been a long time since I was in a situation like this.”“Your wife,”"Lucy and I have been leading separate, and sexless lives for years.”“I’m sorry to hear that. So let me bring you some salvation.”He leaned in to kiss the exposed skin of Jenna’s neck; his lips leaving a hot trail from just below her ear to the center of her throat at the neck of her black top. Then he took the lower hem of the top and pushed it up to bare her belly, and then her pert C-cup breasts. Leaning her back, he took one nipple with his lips and she gasped. He was not only willing, but rampant; as Jenna had suspected, it had been a long time since this man had got laid.Even with the cassock and surplice on, there was no disguising the Reverend’s raging erection. Jenna explored eagerly, desperately, reaching under the cassock, feeling his hard erection through his trousers.Lord Jesus, Jenna was trembling so much with excitement. She’d had a clergy fetish for years and fantasized about seducing the vicar for such a long time. Reverend Morris returned his attention to her breasts and she was so wet she could almost feel herself dripping into her panties.Without further ado, she unfastened his belt before reaching for his zipper. Reverend Morris attempted to remove his surplice.“No, no, leave that on,” Jenna said.“As you wish.” He mumbled holding up his cassock, almost unable to comprehend what was about to happen.Jenna knelt in front of the vicar, pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and exposed white boxer shorts - adorned with little Christian crosses.“Oh wow. Where did you get those, Reverend?” Jenna grinned.He blushed. “Um, a church event I attended in London. The gift shop was quite varied,”"Umm.” Jenna pulled down his trousers and boxers, freeing his heated cock.“Ah. The staff of life.”She took his hot length in her hand, feeling it, and stroked it up and down as she licked and sucked at the tip.“Oh dear God,” Reverend Morris groaned.As she groped his shaft, she realized just how wet with pre-cum it was.“Ooh, Reverend you certainly have sinned,” Jenna smiled. “Nice and wet - just how I like it.” She teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth. She began to suck him off furiously, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, her tongue licking the sensitive underside of his shaft.“Oh, I am blessed!” He gasped.Jenna licked every inch of his love pole, running her tongue cross every vein, igniting every nerve ending. The vicar cried out in joy. Then she withdrew and looked up at him.In her throatiest, most sexy tone, she said, “Well Reverend, are you just going to stand there, or come and tame your lost sheep?”Like a bolt of lightning, Reverend Morris kissed Jenna’s lips as if they were the sweet fruit of Eden, and lifted her up. He pulled her drenched lacy panties off. It had been too damn long since he’d had pleasure so willingly offered to him like this. He parted her legs quickly, and, with no further warning, plunged his holy rod deep into her waiting cunt. He began to establish a fast-paced rhythm which soon had them both moaning in pleasure.“Ah hah!” Jenna gasped. “Oh, Reverend. Yes! Right there. Deeper. Deeper! God that feels amazing! Oh! Ah! Oh, Yes!”Jenna was in a state of complete euphoria. She had dreamt about what it would feel like to be fucked by a vicar, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think it would be this incredible. He was a skillful lover, hitting the sensitive nerves within her tunnel, bringing her ever closer to that heavenly pinnacle.Reverend Morris began to quicken his thrusts and rammed his hard staff deeper into her yearning vagina. He felt his climax coming; it was an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy. Faster and faster he thrust, the sound of colliding skin echoing throughout the vestry. Jenna kept on riding the vicar until he blasted his cum into her like a fire hose.“Ah! Praise the Lord!”Jenna looked at Reverend Morris, and for the first time in years, he looked truly satisfied.“For what I hath received, I am truly thankful,” he panted.“Me too,” Jenna replied, her insides filled with his thick cum.In the afterglow of their sinful fun, they kissed each other softly, caressing one another lovingly. Reverend Morris couldn’t stop smiling. So that was what he’d been missing out on. Dear God! He doubted that Lucy could ever match Jenna’s standards, even if she suddenly turned into a raving nympho.“I suppose, we should head over to the church hall,” Jenna said, idly fingering his clerical collar. “More tea Vicar?”Jenna Plays the Organist's OrganGordon Leesmith was not having a good day. Another Sunday, another morning Eucharist at St. Michael’s, where he dutifully played the organ and directed the choir. It had all gone as planned, until the end of the service when that damned busybody John Norris had felt the need to vent his spleen.“You played the wrong opening hymn, Gordon,” John exclaimed, as the congregation departed. “Great is Thy Faithfulness was selected, not Love Divine.”“That’s not what the vicar told me,” Gordon muttered, not looking at him. He loathed this odious pedant.“Anyways I just thought I’d let you know. Patricia and I were a little confused.”“No change there then,” Gordon replied, unable to restrain himself. “Do you think maybe just for once you and wife might refrain from poking your noses into every bloody thing?”John was so taken aback, he couldn’t speak for a moment. “Well really! There’s no need for language, Gordon. I was merely saying,”"Don’t come the innocent with me, you’re the biggest shit-stirrer in this church. I’ve seen the gossip you spread on Facebook. And I’ll play whatever bloody hymn I like, thank you very much.”“I wouldn’t argue in a church.”“I’ll argue anywhere as long as I’m in the right. Now bugger off!”Thus suitably chastised, the subdued John left, and Gordon was left to sort through his music sheets in peace. He adjusted his black robe and continued grumbling to himself. He wasn’t always as grumpy and short-tempered as this. Years ago he’d been a jolly, fun-loving chap who enjoyed joking with other members of the church.That was before his divorce.Gordon was fifty-five, and had been organist and choirmaster at St Michael’s for almost twenty years. Ten years ago, his wife Marjorie had run off with a man young enough to be her son. She was fifty and her lover was a twenty-five year old personal trainer. They’d met online. Gordon’s world had been knocked for six. He never imagined Marjorie would cheat on him. They’d always been so happy, with a very active sex life.Jenna had been quietly observing the little outburst with much interest. After expressing an interest in joining the choir, Reverend Morris had warned her that the organist had the “shortest of short fuses.” When she’d pressed him further, the vicar had revealed the details of Gordon’s marital problems and sworn her to secrecy.Jenna licked her lips. She was aching for a romp with Reverend Morris right now, but he’d been asked to conduct a service at another local church this morning, and a female vicar had stood in for him. What was a horny lass to do?“Poor, miserable Gordon.” Jenna mused. “I doubt he gets much action. He needs cheering up.” Looking at him, she thought him quite good looking for an older man. He had a full head of silvery hair and unlike Reverend Morris, was of a stocky build. On the occasions she’d seen him minus his long black robe, he possessed quite a paunch. Jenna idly toyed with a strand of her hair, considering her next move. Gordon was giving off daddy kink vibes.“I wonder if the organist will let me play with his organ?”Gordon was busy rifling through hymn books and didn’t notice Jenna saunter over at first. She cleared her throat and he glanced round.“Uh. Can I help you with something?”“Oh hello,” Jenna replied, acting rather coy. “I, hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time, Mr,”"Gordon. Bad time? There’s never a good time,” he muttered, giving the usual gruff response. “Nothing personal.”“Well I just wanted to thank you, Gordon. You played my favorite hymn, Love Divine. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed it.”His attention captured, Gordon finally put down the books he was fiddling with and sat on the organ stool, facing her. “You did?”“I love anything by Charles Wesley. His hymns are amazing.”“Indeed they are. He wrote thousands during his lifetime.”Gordon certainly was hard to read. Jenna wondered if she was having any effect on him at all. His dour expression didn’t give anything away. It looked like this chap was going to be quite a challenge.“Every week I come to church and I hear you play these lovely old hymns on this fine organ.” Jenna continued. “I love hearing you play.”“I’ve had enough practice. I’ve been doing this for many years now.”Evidently, Gordon wasn’t used to receiving any kind of compliments whatsoever.Jenna walked closer. “You’re so talented.”“Ah, well. That’s, nice of you to say. What’s your name?”Her persistence seemed to be paying off, and the organist appeared to be getting a little flustered at her flattery.“Jenna.”“Do you play any musical instruments, Jenna?” Gordon replied.“Just the piano.”He nodded. “Good, good. For work or just a hobby?”“Oh purely as a hobby,” she smiled, flicking her red hair. “I was wondering, please could you play a bit of Charles Wesley for me?”Gordon’s stern face finally relaxed into a smile. “Why certainly. What would you like to hear?”“Oh how about And Can It Be?”He shuffled around on the stool. “Very well. I often practice a bit after the morning service, when the others have left. I’m not one for idle chatter in the church hall.”“Me neither,” Jenna said, walking up to beside him, so close that her cleavage was at his eye level. Gordon couldn’t help but give a side glance, and then quickly looked ahead.“Right, are you ready?”The strains of the great Wesleyan hymn filled the church as Gordon’s fingers graced the mighty organ. Jenna hummed along, and then an idea came into her head. Suddenly, Gordon stopped playing.“I don’t hear any singing, Jenna. How about you sing whilst I play?”“Ok!” She grinned, and he resumed playing.“And can it be, that I should gain - An int'rest in the Savior's blood?”Jenna deftly unfastened the first button on her white top.“Died He for me, who caused His pain,For me, who Him to death pursued?”Gordon happened to glance to his right again, and almost played a wrong note. Jenna continued singing.“Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?”She unfastened another button. Gordon continued playing, and as the chorus approached, the third and final button of her top was swiftly unfastened.“Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?”Gordon’s eyes almost popped out of his head and he cleared his throat.“Go on, play a second verse!” Jenna said.He continued to play, but could feel his face burning. Jenna was singing her heart out, and seemed to be blissfully unaware that she’d suffered a wardrobe malfunction, she wasn’t wearing a bra! Bloody hell, what a beautiful pair of tits, Gordon was uncomfortably hot all at once. He was no stranger to internet porn - after his divorce, porn was the only thing he could turn to in order to get a bit of relief, not that it really relieved him all that much, in fact it didn’t turn him on at all anymore, he’d become impotent. Suddenly, with the young and beautiful Jenna inches away from him and, somewhat exposed, his dormant cock had surged back into life and was now straining against his underpants and trousers,“Just one more verse, Gordon! I’ll give it my all.”He continued playing and she resumed singing, her pale, pert breasts jiggling, inches from his face.“Oh dear God,” Gordon thought to himself. What a situation to find oneself in. “Should I say something to her?”“My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee!”Jenna pretended to lose her balance. “Whoops!” She said, toppling over and putting her hand on Gordon’s thigh. He jolted and played a note that was so off-key, Les Dawson would’ve been impressed.“Oh Gordon that was such fun! I love that hymn so much!”An embarrassed Gordon quickly rose to his feet. “Um, I’m glad. Er, would you excuse me a minute, Jenna? I need to visit the gents.”Jenna struggled to hold back a giggle as he hurried off to the toilets. “He must be rock hard by now,” she smirked. “Probably having a wank. I’ll give him a few minutes, then I’m going in there after him.”Gordon had to relieve himself more frequently these days, due to that most troublesome of male organs - the prostate. Today however, it wasn’t an enlarged prostate stopping him from peeing, but a raging boner. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d got as hard as this. Unfastening his belt and trousers, he slipped a hand inside his underpants and pulled out his cock. He stroked himself and wondered what to do. That Jenna - was she actually flirting with him?That was ridiculous, she was young enough to be his daughter. What woman in her right mind would want to flirt with a fat old git like him?Still, how could she not have noticed her tits were hanging out like that? It seemed so deliberate. That stunning, red-haired vixen! He couldn’t hide in the toilets forever. She might come in looking to see if he was alright. He zipped up his trousers, adjusted his robe and went back into the church,Jenna was sitting on the organ stool, legs crossed, but top wide open.“There you are, Gordon. I was beginning to think you’d flushed yourself down the loo. You’re not trying to avoid me are you?”Gordon blushed crimson. “W-what are you playing at? Someone might come in at any moment?”Jenna shrugged. “So what?” Whoever is sat at the organ can’t be seen from the door. You have to walk right down the side aisle and come right up close. Nobody can see us. And you played the hymn so good. I just want to show my appreciation.“He blinked, mesmerized. "Was I really that good?”Jenna walked over to the organist. “Better than that,” she said. She looked up at Gordon with dreamy, lust filled eyes. He was about to say something, but Jenna shut him off, grabbing his neck and pulling his head down to her level. She kissed him hard on the lips. Gordon didn’t resist or try to pull away. Spurred on by this, Jenna wrapped his arms round Gordon’s sides and pressed her body against his. The organist struggled to stay upright for a second, but regained his balance. He lowered his head and feasted on her hardened nipples, until Jenna pushed him down onto the stool, his back to the organ.“What’s that passage in the Bible, something about the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?” Jenna teased, running her hand across his robe-covered thighs.“Uh, I just play the hymns,” Gordon sighed, as her hand brushed his crotch. “You’re leading me into temptation, that’s all I can say. Look what you’ve done to me!”“I haven’t started yet,” Jenna smiled, lifting up his black robe, revealing black trousers. His crotch bulge was enormous. “I’m going to have fun playing THIS organ,” Jenna said. She felt bolder and more in control than she had ever before, more than when she’d seduced Reverend Morris last week. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing his underwear. Gordon was wearing white y-front underpants, and his cock was straining against the fabric; a large wet spot had appeared. Jenna caressed the bulge, then carefully pulled down his damp y-fronts, revealing his painfully engorged cock. It was average in length but girthy. She began kissing his shaft, which twitched and leaked precum.Gordon gripped the sides of the stool so tight, his fingernails turned white.“Oh God,”"Gordon could you stand up for a sec? Your undies are in the way.”Immediately, he did as she asked, and she pulled his underpants and trousers down to his ankles. Half an hour ago, such actions would’ve been unthinkable, he could barely think at all right now. All his anger and frustration and pent-up desire were released at once, when he felt Jenna’s hands slip round his shaft.“That’s better.” Jenna said. “What a magnificent organ you have!”Sweat ran down Gordon’s brow as the temptress licked the head of his cock. The taste of precum was like nectar to her tongue. He was groaning louder now, as Jenna reached his most sensitive areas. She deep throated and sucked him hard and he yelled in pleasure. His balls were so full, he feared they’d explode.“Oh Jenna, harder, more! Yes!” Gordon groaned, putting his hand on her head. She gripped his bare thighs and buried her face deeper between his legs, sucking him. His wiry grey pubes were tickling her nose. Gordon cried out in joy.Jenna withdrew, only to run her tongue around the underside of his cock.“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Gordon yelled. He lay back, forgetting the organ was behind him, and his elbows pressed against the lower keyboard. A horrific cacophony of wrong notes filled the church, but neither he or Jenna cared.Gordon reached his peak quickly and it was impossible to stop himself. He repeated Jenna’s name, over and over again, as she licked his throbbing member. He let go, feeling that intense wave of pleasure spread up from his balls and across his whole body. A huge stream of cum spurted down Jenna’s throat. She swallowed the seed greedily. Cum tasted so good, and Gordon’s was especially thick, tangy and delicious. A second spurt landed right between her breasts, while a third and final load sprayed right across her face, leaving her coated in the gooey, sticky essence.“Mmm, Gordon, that was the best!” She slowly licked around his cockhead, as some final drops of cum dripped out.“What on earth is Gordon doing?” Mrs. Norris wondered as she hurried to the church. The din from the organ was so bad, it could be heard in the church hall. She pulled a face and adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses. “What a dreadful noise!” Marching down the aisle, she shouted Gordon’s name, but there was no way he could hear due to the deafening din of the organ.Gordon sat up on the stool and the awful noise ceased.“What a delightful mess you’ve made!” Jenna giggled, as his cum trickled down her face and breasts.“I, I’ll get you some tissues,” he gasped, still in a blissful stupor.“I really enjoyed playing your organ. Can I play it again sometime?”Gordon’s heart jumped in his chest. There was going to be a next time? “Of course you can!”“Gordon, what are you doing? Ah, Oh my God! What the hell is going on in here?”"Oh shit,” Gordon exclaimed as he noticed Mrs. Norris standing there. The look on her face was priceless.“What’s your problem?” Jenna replied. “Have you never seen a woman playing an organ before?”Passion at the vicarage.After another boring day in her dead-end office job, Jenna was glad to be on her way home. Friday at last, thank God. And speaking of God, her smartphone had just vibrated. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled it out and smiled as she read the message.Hi Archangel JenGod’s servant on Earth wondered if you’d like to spend some time with him tonight? Can’t wait until Sunday. He has of you the great need and is all alone in the vicarage. L is away visiting sis until Monday. She’s taken C along too.xxxR.M“Oh yes!” She said out loud. The vicarage would be more comfortable than another fuck in the vestry. Quickly, she composed a reply.Praise the Lord!Just got to go home and change into something holier, or not! will be there in half an hour. xxxJenna got into her car. A fun night of “worship” beckoned.St Michael’s vicarage was set back from the main road by the church, down a long driveway flanked by beech trees. The trees were already on the turn, ready to show off their autumn color.“Nice,” Jenna mused as she admired the attractive garden. “This place is huge.” It was way grander than the two bed semi where she’d grown up, and was still living at, with her parents. The cost of living crisis had meant that fleeing the nest had been put on hold. She knocked on the door. She hadn’t been waiting for long, when Reverend Morris opened it, No cassock and surplice on tonight, just his “everyday vicar garb” as she termed it - black shirt, clerical collar and black trousers.“Hello Jenna.” he said, his voice a little shaky with nervous excitement. He took a deep breath. She looked absolutely stunning, in a figure-hugging black dress. “Wow, um, come in. You look lovely.”Jenna flashed him a winning smile. “Why thank you, Reverend! Great place you have here. Your garden’s really nice.”“Ah, yes it is. Not my efforts, I’m afraid. I have many volunteers who keep it looking good. After all, it’s only my house for as long as I’m vicar at St Michaels.” He tried not to keep staring, but it was hard not to. “Have, you eaten?”“Not really. Didn’t have time. I grabbed a few biscuits on the way out.”“Oh good! I was so hoping you’d say that. I thought I could cook us something. I really enjoy cooking.”Jenna hadn’t been expecting this. “Oh that’s so nice of you.” It was best to ravish the reverend on a full stomach.“What sort of stuff do you like? You’re not veggie or vegan are you?”“Nope. I love my meat. I pretty much eat anything.”Reverend Morris smiled. “Same here! Okay, how does fillet steak, chips, side salad and a glass of red wine sound?”“Heavenly!”“By the way, I was at the midweek hymn practice, and Gordon the organist seems to have undergone a personality transplant! I’ve never seen him so happy. Was he like that when you spoke to him about the choir last Sunday?”Jenna bit her lip. “Hmm, he was a little moody at first, but after I paid him a compliment, he sort of brightened up.”“Blimey, whatever did you say to him? He’s like a different bloke. He’s bitten my head off a few times in the past.”“Well,” Jenna said innocently, “I thanked him for playing one of my favorite hymns, and said how much I admired his organ, er, his organ playing. I’m a big fan of Charles Wesley.”“He did write some great hymns.”“Umm, yes. Over 6000 hymns. And he somehow found the time to father eight children. How did he find the time?” Jenna added with a mischievous grin.Reverend Morris chuckled. “Perhaps writing hymns made him very horny!”They both laughed at this.The vicar rose from his chair. “I’d say that steak is just about ready,” he said, hurrying into the kitchen. At that moment, Jenna felt her phone vibrate. Quickly, she slipped it out of her bag. Another message. Who was it this time?I have a message from Charles Wesley. He wonders if u would to see his hard, bulging hymn book. Hope 2 c u at church this Sunday.G [heart emoji]“Oh Gordon,” Jenna giggled to herself, and switched the phone off. “It’s hard work being such a good Christian and helping those in need.”The meal was delicious, and to add to the mood, Reverend Morris had some relaxing Gregorian chant music playing in the background. Jenna had never been wined and dined like this before, and after they’d finished, felt it only right to thank the vicar for his kindness.In an instant, Jenna’s lips were on his neck again, lingering, tasting him. His hands were in her hair and they were kissing, her sweet breath making him feel light, weightless even. If it was a dream, Reverend Morris never wanted it to end. This woman had awakened something in him that he couldn’t quite describe. At this point, as Jenna took his hand and led him upstairs, he realized his marriage to Lucy was well and truly stone dead.The reverend’s hands were at Jenna’s side, unzipping then lifting the silky material of her dress slowly, over her navel, over her chest, over her head, off. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her breasts, round and perfect, the stuff of many a dream but beautiful beyond any imagining. His hands cupped them gently. His mouth left her lips, trailing down her neck to her chest. He took her nipple in his mouth and teased the erect tip. His hands roamed down over her arse, lavishing her smooth curves.Jenna was amazed at Reverend Morris’ confident handling of her body. His sensual, hallowed hands moved over her, sending her heart racing, and she wasted no time in freeing him from his clothing.As Reverend Morris moved to lay over her, he could sense her need. It was almost as palpable as his own desire, and he was eager to satisfy them both. Jenna’s hands guided his pulsating member, and at last he thrust boldly into her waiting cunt. The reverend gasped in spite of himself as his rod slid into this tight, warm pleasure hole. She held him so tightly and the sensations that coursed through his loins were beyond what he’d experienced back in the vestry a fortnight ago.Jenna’s eyes rolled back as Reverend Morris’ cock filled her with perfect execution. She bucked her hips up in time with his forceful thrusts, her hands gripped tightly around his shoulders. His grunts of pleasure were deep and resonant, arousing her even further. His hot shaft bore into her over and over again, gaining intensity with every thrust. Jenna began seeing flashes of light behind her eyes, and she knew that their moment was near.Moments later, they climaxed together; Jenna’s cunt was filled to the brim with another load of holy spunk.“God in Heaven! I think we have sinned, a lot!”To be continued.By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

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Faith and LoveSCRIPTUREJohn 3: 35-36MUSIC"Love Divine, All Loves Excelling"  (Glad) "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling"  (instrumental) [Book reference - "Men and Angels" by Mary Gordon]

Opening: Laetare Jerusalem (“Simple English Propers”) Readings: #1025 Psalm: #23 The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want (Mayernik) Sung Petitions: #666 O Lord, Hear My Prayer Presentation: #712 The King of Love My Shepherd Is Our Father: Roman Missal (chant) #184 (11:00 a.m. Mass only) Communion: #651 Open My Eyes, Lord Closing: #641 Love Divine, All Loves Excelling All music reproduced and streamed with permission from ONE LICENSE, license #A-723939. Organist: Bill Brinser Celebrant: Father Michael J. Stumpf & Deacon Frank Szemanski To Listen by Phone: 855-768-8468 Today's readings (via USCCB): bible.usccb.org/daily-bible-reading For more information, visit our parish website at MaryQueenofPeacePGH.org.

Opening: #641 Love Divine, All Loves Excelling Readings: #1107 Psalm: #119 Blessed are they who follow the law of the Lord (Mayernik) Presentation: Earthen Vessels (Back page of the hymnal) Communion: #728 Eye Has Not Seen Closing: #493 Change Our Hearts All music reproduced and streamed with permission from ONE LICENSE, license #A-723939. Organist: Terez Locks Celebrant: Father Michael J. Stumpf To Listen by Phone: 855-768-8468 Today's readings (via USCCB): bible.usccb.org/daily-bible-reading For more information, visit our parish website at MaryQueenofPeacePGH.org.

Led by Andrew Earis with music from St Martin's Voices directed by Andrew Earis and accompanied by Polina Sosnina. Ubi caritas – Maurice Duruflé Love divine – William Lloyd Webber My beloved spake – Patrick Hadley Upon your heart – Eleanor Daley You are the new day – arr. Peter Knight With thanks to the donors of the Spirit of St Martin's campaign for supporting this season of Great Sacred Music.

In this episode Elizabeth Faye (@Heyelizabethfaye) and I are pulling back the curtain on what it looks like to become a coach/educator in the hair industry. Elizabeth is a Business energetics coach, breathwork facilitator, speaker, retreat and mastermind coach and soooo much more! Click to find: Hairstylist Change the World Documentary I am Love Divine on Spotify

In this episode, Parker Haratine and Cody Warta finish the interview series on Love Divine with Dr. Jordan Wessling. Specifically, we discuss the topic of love and punishment. We hope you enjoy! Be sure to check out Dr. Wessling's book through the following link: https://global.oup.com/academic/product/love-divine-9780198852483?cc=gb&lang=en& To learn more about the Logos Institute, visit our webpage at logos.wp.st-andrews.ac.uk. And don't forget to follow us on our blog where we post content from friends of the Institute at blogos.wp.st-andrews.ac.uk. You can also find us on Twitter (@TheologyStAs) and Facebook: www.facebook.com/TheologyStAs/?fb…Oc4Pz4P0qkCrfO_w Music: '10 Days (Instrumental)' by Forget the Whale From Free Music Archive CC BY NC SA

Today, Parker Haratine and Cody Warta interview Dr. Jordan Wessling to discuss his recent monograph, Love Divine, published with Oxford University Press. Cody Warta is a PhD Candidate at in the Logos Institute for Analytic Theology and joined the podcast this summer. Jordan Wessling is Assistant professor of Religion at Lindsey Wilson College. Some of his work includes being the co-author of The Nature and Promise of Analytic Theology (Brill), as well as the editor of the collection, Love, Divine and Human: Contemporary essays in Systematic and Philosophical Theology (T&T Clark). In this episode, we discuss Dr. Wessling's value account of love, including how God's love is a response to our value and not arbitrary. We hope you enjoy! To learn more about the Logos Institute, visit our webpage at logos.wp.st-andrews.ac.uk. And don't forget to follow us on our blog where we post content from friends of the Institute at blogos.wp.st-andrews.ac.uk. You can also find us on Twitter (@TheologyStAs) and Facebook: www.facebook.com/TheologyStAs/?fb…Oc4Pz4P0qkCrfO_w Music: '10 Days (Instrumental)' by Forget the Whale From Free Music Archive CC BY NC SA

“God is not a theory. God is not a formula. God is personal—so personal that the restrictions our human desire for control creates—whether around worship or any other part of life—simply will not do.” Br. Sean Glenn reminds us that God's mercy overflows our expectations and undoes all our theories, formulas, and patterns.

Get lost with Professor Sweet as he remembers the Charles Wesley hymn Love Devine, All Loves Excelling. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/napkinscribbles/message