So on Sunday morning, in a great city
church, folk are to be found who, amid the glorious architecture, stirring music and highly paid preaching of a metropolitan cathedral, are lonely — lonely, it may be, for a wooden meeting
house on a country hillside, lighted by oil lamps, with an
organ that squeaks every time the boy pumps it, and a man in the pulpit who can not preach for sour apples, but where they have friends.
During Saturday's
House Tour, St. John's Episcopal
Church hosted, in addition to afternoon tea, an
organ recital and a panel discussion by Georgetown architects and designers.