St. Peter had watched empires rise and fall, saints and sinners pass beneath the arch of eternity, but the third nun’s wish unsettled something deep within him. Taylor Swift and Madonna were names he recognized instantly—meteors of fame blazing across the modern world. Their choices made sense: after years of self-denial, why not taste the brightest lights, the loudest applause, the wild rush of being adored?
A Lighthearted Story That Reminds Us What True Happiness Looks Like
