Suppose Jesus of Nazareth were to arrive in Boston in the year 2025 and pause before the doors of Old South Church. Above him rise arches shaped by centuries of devotion. Stained glass gathers light and disperses it through a face that bears his name with luminous certainty, though not his complexion. Voices swell in English cadences he never spoke. The Trinity is articulated with philosophical symmetry. Incarnation is proclaimed with doctrinal clarity.


