Here is a leafy stretch of road between Wendover and Ellesborough, at the north-eastern edge of the Chilterns, what you might call deep Buckinghamshire. And here on the boundary wall of one of the grand houses along this stretch are a pair of t-shirts, or rather t-shirts converted to banners. (I had read a bit about Belly Mujinga’s death but Oliver Charles-Christian —the last names are mistakenly reversed on the t-shirt — was unknown to me.) What’s striking about these banners is not that they exist, but that they are displayed on the wall of such a house in such a location. Whether you call all it cryptocalvinism, the Great Awokening, or the social justice gospel, it seems that the new religion has begun its conversion of Middle England.