Douglas LeBlanc reviews a book about a modernist cathedral (of spectacular ugliness, in my view) built for an Episcopal diocese in the Western Michigan. Thirty years after its consecration, the congregation had to abandon its grandiose building. It sold the pile to a megachurch, which thrives there. The displaced Episcopalians now worship in a space that used to be a Christian gift shop.

Metaphors usually don’t come so tidily packaged, do they?

See the cathedral’s profile above? That shot says to me, “Top of the morning to you, Mr. Sauron, sir.”