Sister Nancy believed in God, but she was unsure about being a women of the cloth. Of all things, only one thing did question her faith, Father O’Hurley. Father O’Hurly was old-fashioned. Despite many meetings with the lord, his office door remained unlocked for every troubled child to gain “enrapture in”, or so Father O’Hurley called it; But Sister Nancy knew of his sin. Weeks of prayers would go unanswered, and more children would wince when they walk by his office. Since God wouldn’t answer her prayers, she thought it was only best for that god help grant her wish. On a quiet night when Father O’Hurley was sleeping, Nancy snuck into his bedroom and placed a rosary over O’Hurley’s neck. She grabbed the rosary tight as squeezed it firmly against his windpipe. Color drain from his face and his eyes bulged, as rosaries beads fell to the ground. The beads made a harmonious sound, like a new kind of hymn. She sat on top of his arms as his body trembled and shook the bed. “God giveth, God taketh away”, Sister Nancy whispered underneath her breath. Even with all the evil in the world, Nancy never wavered in her faith, she just finally realized the truth. She was never a nun, Nancy was a messenger.