Years ago, I worked at a catholic hospital. One day I had my kids with me and we walked past the chapel. My youngest, 4 at the time asked, "Who is that man and why is he stuck to a t?"
After laughing, I told her it was a puppet.

My mother was a religious Catholic and dragged me to Church as a child. .......Did you ever notice the dirt from people's fingers floating around in those little receptacles for people to cross themselves?

I was a teacher (Science, PhyEd) at a Catholic 'middle' school for one year.
The principal was a very likeable nun, the students feared her.

Two 'vignettes'

I was given (by other teachers there) this "procedure"
If the class/student was getting "unruly", take the 'worst offender' out into the hall for a 'chat"
BANG the locker LOUDLY so the entire class would hear (not see) it, then send the student to the principal.

At a parent teacher conference -- three teachers, both parents -- for the 'behaviour problem' in my homeroom (6th grade), the father (pounding his one fist into the other palm) said "If my kid gets out-of-hand LET HIM HAVE IT!". I'm thinking 'No more wondering why the kid has problems'

Nuns are tough. Don't make them, uh, cross.

Lol! Roflmas!

Good lesson: People can only take so much shit.