Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was well into her eighties.
She had never married, was adored by the congregation, and was known for doing everything exactly by the book.
One afternoon, the church’s new pastor stopped by for tea.
She welcomed him warmly.
“Please make yourself comfortable, Pastor.”
“I’ll be right back with some tea and fresh scones.”
Left alone in the sitting room, the pastor’s eyes wandered…
Until they landed on the old pipe organ.
Sitting proudly on top of it…
Was a beautiful crystal bowl filled with water.
Floating inside…
Was a sealed condom.
The pastor blinked.
Then blinked again.
Surely he was seeing things.
When Miss Beatrice returned with tea, he tried his best to stay polite.
But curiosity got the better of him.
“Miss Beatrice…”
“I hope you don’t mind me asking…”
“…but what’s the story behind the bowl on your organ?”
Her face lit up.
“Oh, isn’t it marvelous?”
She smiled proudly.
“Last autumn I found a little packet lying in the park.”
“The instructions said…”
‘Place it on the organ…’
‘Keep it wet…’
‘And it will help prevent the spread of disease.'”
She beamed with satisfaction.
“And would you believe it?”
“I haven’t had the flu all winter!” 😂🤣
The pastor quietly sipped his tea…
…and decided some things were better left unexplained.
