Sinful Lips
A routine evening for Sister Beatrice The church of St. Agnes was a haven of stillness at 9 p.m., its ancient walls bathed in the faint glow of candlelight. Sister Beatrice, 26, knelt in the alcove beneath the stage, her rosary beads cool against her fingers. She’d been a nun since 19, her life a tapestry of prayer and discipline, untouched by the world’s temptations. The alcove, a hidden nook for private devotion, was her sanctuary tonight, its air heavy wit...