A little divine intervention

Remembering a window in the roof of the church towards the altar, Grace squeezed inside and let her wings carry her down to the front of the chapel. Gasps echoed through the mostly empty building as the dozen occupants saw her in all her beauty.

"An angel!" "An angel as appeared to us!" "Our prayers have been heard!" they exclaimed, rushing to the front of the church and bowing before her. Doing her best to appear holy, she looked at the small crowd gathered in front of her.

"Children of St. Joan's, my Lord has indeed heard your prayers and sent me unto you. He knows your troubles and woes and has sent me to free you of them." The people looked up at her with hope and excitement. "But salvation only comes to those who obey his commands," she continued. "Only those who can come forward and admit to their deepest failings will be allowed to drink of the holy waters and be purified." Her voice echoed in the small church and she spread her arms, sending her h-cup breasts quivering in her revealing dress.

No one moved in the church as they considered her words, until a woman in her early thirties stood up and walked up the two steps to face her. Grace recognized her as Janet, a woman who often made generous contributions to the church and expected to receive special treatment because of it. Grace generally considered her stuck up and intolerable, though she had a sweet figure, c-cup breasts and a generous rear.

Janet leaned in to whisper in Grace's ear, but the angel stepped back. "Any who wish to be truly liberated of their wrongs must be brave enough not just to tell my lord, but also their fellows. Speak your faults so all can hear them and you shall be forgiven." Janet seemed surprised and, after a moment of thought, shamefully turned and returned to the crowd, worry filling her eyes.

A minute later, a young man stood up and walked towards her. He was Caleb, a man Grace knew often had a 'better than you' attitude to anyone who didn't go to their church every day. He was arrogant and Grace had disliked him from the moment she met him. He stepped up to face her and knelt, raising his voice.

"Oh Angel, I admit my wrongs to you. I have been unable to share the Lord's grace with others, to show them his true blessings. I see now that I was wrong and that He wishes to touch everyone's lives. I beg of you to cleanse me of this fault that I might better spread the good news to all who would hear." Grace frowned, not liking the pompous attitude of the young man. She shook her head at him, his expression falling.

"You speak as if the failings of others are your own. I have not come to hear of them, but of you. You must look deeper and find the true darkness within you." Caleb was crestfallen, walking back down the steps with a troubled expression. Grace almost laughed at his pitifulness at being unable to see how obnoxious he was.

The church was silent as the occupants tried to search out their deepest shames. Grace could see a middle-aged woman in the back, Lucy, fidgeting and glancing around. She was always in the church, having lost her husband young to a car crash. She was probably attractive, but her high-collared dresses hid almost any hint of her figure, save for the small swell of her sagging breasts.

"I see you are troubled, Lucy," Grace said, extending her arm to her. "Have courage, come forward and be freed of your burdens."

The older woman rose hesitantly, nervously looking at her fellow parishioners, who looked at her attentively. She walked up the steps and stood across from Grace, eyes downcast and hands clasped.

"I-I come before you, blessed Angel, a sinner. Long ago, when I was young, I admit to have had a dalliance while married to my husband." Muffled gasps came from the crowd. "I sinned with a young woman, a traveler from out of town that I met by chance. I felt a deep attraction to her unlike any I had ever felt. I was weak and lay with her one afternoon. But my husband came home and found us. He was enraged and stormed out of the house. I tried to stop him, but could not. He drove off, furious. I found out later that he had been killed in a head-on collision with another car, killing him. It shames me that the last he saw of me was in bed with another woman." Lucy fell to her knees, head pressed against the stone of the chapel. "I beg forgiveness for my sin."

Grace looked down at her, the poor woman. **** into a marriage with a man when she loved women, bottling those feelings up until they broke, then suppressing them and any physical desires even further. Grace felt sympathy for her, but more importantly, her confession was exactly what she needed.