A Marvellous Thing John Glass stood in the light Glasgow drizzle surveying the site with the trained eye of a man who knew the building trade very well. December could be a hard month in Glasgow and this year was particularly cold and wet. The sturdy mast

John Glass made his way down Abercromby Street towards the church. He pushed open the heavy door of St Mary’s and stopping only to bless himself from the little font of holy water by the door, scanned the pews...