Transubstantiation and being on the host list.

 Tennis had been moved to another day because of rain. Bevan had made a special booking of the Whangarei Heads court for Tuesday 29th of November and now all he had to do was make sure that Peter would accept the challenge.

He decided to hang around the court every day until Peter showed up.

Today was his lucky day.

As soon as he got close enough Bevan blurted out the challenge.

"Okay, wine boy, get your sorry ass here on Tuesday 29th! We've got a showdown to face!"

Peter pulled a piece of paper from his pocket as he said, "Sorry but that's not going to happen."

Then Peter smugly said, "Richard didn't get one."

"Who's Richard?" asked a slightly muddled Bevan. He was now assuming that Peter must be someone important in the Catholic church. Maybe a priest? Could he send Bevan to Hell? Bevan had been guilty of the sin of blasphemy once or twice in the last few years. Was this how it was going to end?

"I used to be in charge of the hosts when I was at Saint Pat's College." informed Peter. "Without hosts transubstantiation just doesn't happen."

Bevan was impressed. He got down on both knees and said, "Father forgive me."

Peter saw a window of opportunity.

"Arise, my son, you are forgiven. Let us talk no more of this tennis match and the sin of pride that goes with it. Oh, and avoid atheists. Now, go in peace."

Bevan felt lighter and somehow tennis didn't seem important anymore. He was back on the stairway to Heaven!