I enjoy watching people enter this Chapel. Nearly half a million each year, enter that portal, as you did moments ago. And (if they are here for the first time) I like to watch their eyes turn upward, their mouths drop open, overwhelmed by the glory, the majesty of this place. And that's exactly what the Gothic architect intended--that these soaring arches and brilliant windows should overwhelm us with the glory of God.

It's an emotion one doesn't have often in contemporary religion with our pre-fab, multi-purpose gymnasium churches, where everything is scaled down to fit the needs of a covered-dish supper; where grinning, back-slapping, glad handing ushers seem more suited to work at a used car lot than in a house of God.

But to be here, beneath the monumental glory of it all—vast build…