I’m not religious. But I like churches. Inside and out. Mainly, the architecture. But also the hope held out. The notion of “sanctuary.” The beliefs of centuries that inspired each one. The endless constellation of them everywhere you go in the Western world, under the radar, and unnoticed, until needed. Washington, DC’s depth/density in the number and variety of Christian churches is second only to Europe’s great cities. This is north corner door of St. Thomas Episcopal, built 1875. S and 16th, N.W. It took me about 3 decades of passing it at least weekly before noticing it.
