Exterior
The exterior façade of the church is a cream coloured brick that is shaped to appear as stones. Presently the church shows visible signs of aging through darkening and discolouring in various areas. Arguably, the natural aging gives the church character and helps unify the church with its urban context. Teal coloured shingles are present in area in which column degenerate deeper into the church. In regards to shape all of the façades vary considerably. The western façade, the one housing the main entrance and pinnacle tower is arguably the most impressive side of the church. The spire is the tallest point and reaches a height of 260 feet above the ground. The northern façade, in steep contrast, is the easily the least impressive. Much of the façade is hidden behind residential and commercial building. What little of the façade that can be seen is made unpleasant by the fire escape exit that protrudes out the façade. The eastern façade, while not as impressive as the western façade, is, arguably, the most varied.
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