I was a carpet cleaner for fifteen years. One day, I was called to clean the carpets of a drug treatment center... The supervisor led me around, showing me all the nooks and crannies of the really old building. As I followed him, noticing all the stained glass, he told me that this building had once been a nunnery. The building was old but it looked in good repair, so I asked, "What happened? Why is it no longer a nunnery?"
He went on to tell me that all the nuns had taken a vow of poverty, and lived their lives eating with wooden spoons, cooking with rusted pots and their clothes were so old that they were falling apart at the seams. So the church was very proud to have such dedicated servants, but ashamed to let the general public see the nuns in such terrible looking clothes.
The church disbanded the sanctuary, sold the building to the state to run this narcotics recovery center. "Wow!" I said. "So let me get this right. They closed down a nunnery, and built a drug treatment center, all because the NUNS had bad HABITS!?"
