At a quiet countryside church hostel, discipline was supposed to be everything—early prayers, strict routines, and absolute devotion.
But things got… complicated the day a young, cheerful nun named Sister Angela was transferred there.
Suddenly, every priest discovered a renewed passion for “extra duties.”
Father Michael started volunteering for garden work—even though he was allergic to grass.
Father Thomas took over library supervision, despite never reading a book in his life.
And Father Benedict? He began attending every single choir practice… even though he couldn’t sing.
One evening, the head priest noticed the unusual enthusiasm and called for a meeting.
“My brothers,” he said sternly, “I sense distraction among you. This is a place of devotion, not competition.”
The priests nodded nervously.
Then Father Michael raised his hand and said,
“Forgive me, Father… but technically, we’re not competing.”
The head priest frowned. “Then what is this?”
Father Thomas sighed and replied,
“We’re just… waiting for a sign from above.”
At that moment, Sister Angela walked past the door, smiled politely, and said,
“Good evening, Fathers!”
Every priest immediately stood up, adjusted his robe, and said in unison:
“THAT’S THE SIGN!” 😄
