Repeal of discriminatory provision

I am puzzled by a Bill going through Parliament being labelled ‘a repeal of discriminatory provision’ against Roman Catholics and Jews.  It would allow Andy Burnham to advise the King about appointments in the Church of England.

Until 1829 Parliament had been made up exclusively of communicant members of the Church of England.  In that year it became possible for Catholics to be MPs too.  Similar provision for Jews, then atheists and others, were to follow later in the century.

Cardinal Newman dated the beginning of the Oxford Movement to a sermon preached by John Keble in the University Church four years later.  Keble’s sermon was provoked by Parliament’s decisions about the amalgamation of small diocese in the Church of Ireland (at that point still part of the established Church of England). 

He wasn’t expressing an opinion about this, but he feared the consequences of future decisions being made for the Church of England by those who were not in communion with it.

It drew him, and those caught up in the new movement, to return to a self perception of the Church of England not as taking its authority from the state but from its grounding in the life of the universal church in the period before what were perceived to be the mediaeval distortions in the Catholic church.

Meanwhile a safeguard remained in place that Church of England appointments of Bishops and others would not fall into the hands of a possible future Catholic (and later Catholic or Jewish) Prime Minister.  No provision was made to avoid appointments by, for example, an atheist or Hindu Prime Minister, possibly because such an eventuality was not envisaged.

By the time an atheist and a later a Hindu Prime Minister were recommending names to the Crown the passing on of such names had become a formality, which is perhaps why it did not cause a stir.  That may be where the mistake was made, and provision for others to act on behalf of a Prime Minister who was not a communicant member of the Church of England might have been considered then.

All this seems to have been forgotten.  Labelling the Bill as a repeal of discrimination completely overlooks any reflection on the nature of the Church of England as an established church, one is now a very different social context.  A thinker like Keble would be open mouthed at this miss.

What is more, in 1919 the Church Assembly, and later its successor body the General Synod, was given powers to make Measures which (if and when approved by Parliament) would have the forces of an Act.  Over a century later one might have expected new provision about how Bishops and some others are appointed coming from the Synod as a draft Measure and not from Parliament as a proposed Bill.  

Nobody seems bothered by this.  Possibly because few actually reflect on the underlying authority and identity of the Church of England, or are concerned that (a non-Anglican) Parliament appears to feel it can legislate for us.  Possibly because we think we can rely on the present conventions about the Prime Minster’s advice being a formality. 

Treating all this simply as an archaic technicality feels to me badly mistaken.

The picture is from a 1950s window in Grimsby Minster, where I have been back (with the Vicar’s permission) working with a history group.  Earlier windows in the Minster were lost in the blitz.  These are part of the Arma Christi tradition of displaying ‘the instruments of Christ’s passion’.  On the left, his seamless garment and the dice which gambled for it.  On the right, a hammer and pincers for knocking in and taking out the nails of the crucifixion.

Affliction is a stormy deep

 

I’ve accidently come across A collection of psalms and hymns for public worship now used in all the parishes churches of the city of Lincoln and in general use in neighbouring village.  Several editions were printed from the 1830s, and the fifth edition qualifies all the parish churches of Lincoln by with one exception.  Similar local volumes were being produced elsewhere in the period, which was a generation before the national success of the first Hymns Ancient and Modern published in 1861. 

It begins with a small selection of metrical psalms, which at one time had been all that was approved of for congregational use in the Church of England.  The young John Wesley’s small collection of hymns (including the work of his father Samuel and his brother Samuel, and his own translations of Moravian hymns) was among the things involved in his falling out with some of those to whom he ministered as an SPCK missionary in Savannah in the 1730s.

Most of the rest of the hymns feel like the less inspiring devotional poems of the Eighteenth Century.  They ranged from Affliction is a stormy deep (the author of which was a doctor who treated William Cowper) to While to the graves our friends are borne (by a female Baptist poet).  But some of the greatest Eighteenth Century work is there too, from the nonconformist Philip Doddridge and Isaac Watts to the Anglican Thomas Ken, Charles Wesley and John Newton (the last of whose Olney Hymns for his own parish in 1779 is his own work alongside some of Cowper’s).

I was sufficiently intrigued to compare indices.  I find that 20 of the 273 hymns in the first Hymns Ancient and Modern had been in the Lincoln book thirty years earlier.  Two centuries later I am used to singing almost all of these 20.

All people that on earth do dwell (Sixteenth Century metrical psalm)

Awake my soul and with the sun (Ken)

Father of heaven whose love profound (relatively new, the only hymn of Edward Cooper still in common use)

Glory to thee, my God, this night (Ken)

God moves in a mysterious way (Olney Hymns – in this case Cowper)

Great God, what do I see or hear? (Thomas Cotterill, who also produced an initially controversial local hymn book in Sheffield until its 1820 edition gained the Archbishop’s sanction)

Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes (Doddridge)

Hark the herald angels sing (Wesley)

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds (Olney Hymns – Newton’s own)

Jerusalem my happy home (the only hymn by Joseph Bromehead still in common use)

Jesus Christ is risen today (Wesley)

Lo! He comes with clouds descending (Wesley)

My God and is thy table spread (Doddridge)

O God of hosts, the mighty Lord (Seventeenth Century metrical psalm – Tate and Brady)

Rock of ages, cleft for me (the only hymn of Augustus Toplady still in common use)

Spirit of mercy, truth and love (from the Foundling Hospital Collection)

Sweet the moments, rich the blessing (James Allen, who is hardly sung today)

The day of wrath, that dreadful day (relatively new, Walter Scott’s translation of the Dies Irae)

Through all the changing scenes of life (Seventeenth Century metrical psalm – Tate and Brady)

When I survey the wondrous cross (Watts)

I also spotted two well known Watts hymns (Come let us join and There is land of pure delight) and two such Wesley hymns (Love divine and Rejoice the Lord is King) in the Lincoln book but not in the first Hymns Ancient and Modern.

I wonder how long before the 1830s hymn singing other than metrical psalms would have begun in the city’s parish churches.  And how the various incumbents and churchwardens were then brought to agree or share a particular locally printed selection.

I find that Bishop Kaye’s correspondence mentions the incumbent of Wainfleet from 1817 having tried to introduce a set of hymns despite Bishop Tomline (Bishop to 1820) having objected.  This is contemporary with the 1819/20 controversy in Sheffield mentioned above. 

But by 1834 it has the incumbent of Tetney thanking Kaye for sending Buckden hymn books to him.  And I find that the catalogue of the Cathedral Library lists both an 1840 edition of the Lincoln book I’d come across and what appears to be a Boston equivalent from the 1830s.

Most references to hymns in Bishop Kaye’s correspondence are from the 1840s and centre on the nuisance of Primitive Methodists (‘Ranters’) singing hymns ‘adapted to their own persuasion’ at burial services in churchyards and even, as a perceived provocation, at some Sunday church services.

Mercy outranks condemnation

 

My Bishop (suspended in February) has resigned.  The Pastoral Letter from his Suffragans telling us so is honest in saying As we move into this new season, we are conscious of the limits on our capacity as a senior leadership team in the past seven months.  Nevertheless I learn we cannot expect his successor to be in post much before Easter 2028, more than two years after he was suspended, which doesn’t feel as if it makes real sense.    

The Pastoral Letter says We recognise that this news… may unsettle you and encourages mutual support, prayer, and sticking at the developing diocesan strategy.  So, unsettled, I touch instead on some texts which have been around to settle.

I’ve reflected before on the way I long mistook O Lord open thou our lips; and our mouth shall shew forth thy praise (which is Psalm 51.15, as used to begin Matins and Evensong) for fire the starting pistol and I’ll begin when it is much more I can’t even begin unless you begin in me.  I sometimes now render it Open my mouth, O Lord, and fill it with your praise.

This all came back to me when I recently heard Michael Dennis Browne’s Pilgrims’ Hymn sung beginning Even before we call on your name to ask you, O God, when we seek for the words to glorify you, you hear our prayer.  I’ve just also heard one of Michael Symmons Roberts’ poems read ending Prise my teeth apart, O God, that I might learn to praise.

And, preparing a session to help train new Cathedral tour guides, I find a pair of grave slabs of chantry priests (those staffing foundations to pray for the dead) from the 1540s each represent their priest’s stoles as carrying the words super exaltat mia iudiciu, abbreviated Latin for mercy triumphs over judgement (which is James 2.13).  I’d quite like freely to render it mercy totally outranks condemnation as I savour super exaltat as much as m[isericord]ia.

The quality of my recent photographs (of the grave slabs and of two weeks with a friend in Germany) have been particularly poor, but those of this fountain (in the courtyard of an important church near Bonn) has the winged creatures of Ezekiel and Revelation doing the typical thing of representing the four evangelists, and I liked Matthew’s human face best.   

Bishop of Likoma

 

The Bishop of Nyasaland who baptised me (Frank Thorne) served a diocese which covered the whole country.   Actually, when he became Bishop in the 1930s, it had also served some of what is now Tanzania and Mozambique on the eastern shore of the inland sea which was Lake Nyasa. 

It was when that land (where he had been a missionary priest) was taken away when boundaries were reorganised that he made the unpopular decision to move his headquarters from Likoma Island, which had been central to the old diocese, but was now on its edge, to the mainland.  Some of his predecessors had been known as Bishop of Likoma rather than Bishop of Nyasaland.

With independence, Bishop Thorne’s successor quickly became Bishop of Malawi, a diocese which has since developed into four separate dioceses. 

First it was divided into Lake Malawi and Southern Malawi.  Since then Lake Malawi has been divided into Northern Malawi and Lake Malawi, and Southern Malawi into the Upper Shire (the river is pronounced to rhyme with an eagle’s eyrie) and Southern Malawi.  The huge Cathedral on Likoma is now in the diocese of Northern Malawi.

Last week a formal announcement was made of further new dioceses.  Northern Malawi will divide into Northern Malawi and Likoma.  Lake Malawi will divide in three, into the Central Highlands, Central Malawi and Lake Malawi.  As a result, with the continuing dioceses of the Upper Shire and Southern Malawi, there will be seven dioceses.

This is a response to church population growth, but is also preparation for the potential formation of a new Anglican Communion Province of Malawi (with its own Archbishop) in a couple of years’ time.

Not the most important part of this, but the part which intrigues me the most, is the reappearance of the title Bishop of Likoma.  Likoma will have by far the smallest area and overall population of the seven dioceses. 

When Anglican mission and contact was most effectively done by a steamer around the shore of the Lake, the island was indeed central.  Its Cathedral will now cease to have to try to serve what has come to feel like distant mainland, and those in the six mainland dioceses will find their smaller local cathedrals more accessible.

Although, today is St Aidan's Day, who came from Iona to minister from Lindisfarne, so knew a thing or two about islands on the edge being the crucibles for mission.

All of which I will hold in mind when I’m next in the Russell Chantry in Lincoln Cathedral and see the stone under which Bishop John Hine’s cremated remains are buried.  He was consecrated Bishop of Likoma in 1896 (and was then in turn Bishop of Zanzibar, Northern Rhodesia and Grantham).  He died in 1934, two years before Frank Thorne became Bishop of Nyasaland.

The picture comes from the grave slab of an Abbot of Bardney (now on display in Bardney Parish Church), and shows his soul being taken up to heaven.

Fruitful ministry

 

I was asked to take a Sunday service recently in a fine church building in a strategic position serving a deprived area.  I remember it from the days it had a full-time Vicar and an active congregation. 

Basic worship provision and occasional wider ministry now comes from afar and there were just sixteen of us there that Sunday.  Each time I go I have a depressed feeling that I might just be helping provide a sort of end-of-life care before its possible closure in the not too distant future. 

But I heard three stories while I was there.

As notices were being given out, I learnt that the church’s Authorised Lay Minster had taken Communion into a particular Care Home as she does every month, and had gone upstairs to a room to pray with a former church member who then died the following morning.

Shaking hands at the door at the end of the service, I was introduced to one person there I hadn’t seen before.  He was Ukrainian and was introduced by a member of the congregation who said she’d been helping him learn English for two years, and he had now asked to come along with her that morning.

Over after service refreshments in a side aisle, people were exchanging stories about where they had been the day before.  One outlined what he said was his fixed routine for every Saturday.  Between shopping first thing and going to the pub at lunchtime he had made his weekly visit to a relative living with dementia who no longer recognised him.

Taking Communion to the dying, and providing long term support to an eager refugee and to an unresponsive dementia sufferer.  That felt as if there was something fundamentally fruitful going on.

The picture is a detail from the tenth or eleventh century Tournai marble font in Thornton Curtis Parish Church.  There are very few in the country of which one is in Lincoln Cathedral.  The picture was taken yesterday when a group of Cathedral tour guides went over to see it.