This year, I completed my tour of Church of England cathedrals. Each one brought something different: intangible presence at Carlisle, sensing centuries of prayer at Southwell, the heart-rending Pieta at Ripon, vaulting at Peterborough that seemed to me a series of vases stretching to heaven, Liverpool’s enormity but intimacy, Southwark’s parish church atmosphere and Bradford’s… Continue reading The Form of a Servant: Coventry and me.