Cloaked in simplicity, Sister Christiana and Mother Therese sleep no more than three and a half hours at a time, on straw mats in six-by-eight foot cells. They rise to prayer bells at five a.m., and pray again at six, noon, six, and half past midnight. In a world splattered with high-powered jobs fueled by prestige and assertiveness, humility is often cast aside a sign of weakness. But the conviction in the sisters' low, sincere voices is undeniably captivating. "It's about knowing the truth," says Mother Therese. "How other people see you is not who you are." Instead of keeping up with the Joneses, the two nuns live poverty as a privilege. And they are radiant.
