Thursday, 18 September 2014

Drink Drink Drink



Here's an issue. Swanvale Halt church has for some years hosted a Music Club which organises concerts (usually in the folk-rock genre, not my sort of thing but others like it) in the church. They commonly draw audiences of a couple of hundred and are increasingly successful. Now when I came to the parish this was what it said in the Parish Profile, under the 'Community' heading:
Swanvale Halt Music Club: Organised by members of the Roman Catholic congregation, this is a monthly music club that hosts live concerts at the church featuring national and international artists.  Performances take place in the church with a Fair Trade cafe bar run in the Church Room.  The profits from the concerts are donated to the church.  
You'd have thought from that that the Music Club is a volunteer-organised, not-for-profit venture. It isn't. It's actually part of the business of a local music promoter who happens to be a member of the Roman Catholic congregation, and doesn't donate all its profits to the church at all - it's just that in its first couple of years the events weren't really making a profit. Now they are, as the events and the venue have become better known. It took me quite a while to work out what the real situation was, and I remember one member of the church in my first year here getting very angry when I referred to the Music Club as 'a community organisation'. I'd forgotten what the Profile had said until I looked it up again this morning. 
Almost every time we have a PCC meeting, or any other discussion that touches on the matter, there's a real feeling of resentment at our interactions with the Music Club. We don't get enough money from it, we're being exploited, we're bending over backwards to accommodate them, people say. I suspect that some of this is down to the confusion that you can see reflected in the Parish Profile; is the Music Club just a commercial booking like any other, or is it a commercial booking which happens to form an element in the life of the community that brings us benefits as a church and which we want to support by treating it differently?
Last night we had a lengthy PCC meeting which discussed the new draft hiring policy, drawn up by me as an attempt to use theological principles to guide our thinking over what sort of organisations or events we'll allow to use our facilities. Part of this is the question of the use of alcohol, and that touches on all the raw nerves relating to the Music Club. Drink is sold at the concerts, but originally the church stipulated that it was not to be taken into the church itself. The Music Club promoter argued very strongly that his customers couldn't understand this and strongly resented it, and said that he would arrange for plastic tumblers to be used for drinks and pay us extra per concert for cleaning, as this seemed to be what people were most concerned about. He pointed out that many other churches which host music events don't make this distinction. We eventually, but certainly not unanimously, agreed to allow his customers to take alcohol into the church space for a trial 3-month period. There weren't any obvious problems at the end of that, so the new arrangements carried on. 
However trying to work through the hiring policy last night threw up deeper ideological issues. Several PCC members feel very strongly that allowing alcohol which has been purchased to be brought into the church space is 'turning the church into a pub'. The trouble is that they can't really work out why they think this. In the hiring policy I tried to work through the matter and suggested that the sacramental space of the church should be considered separate from the hall adjoining, and that because of the problematic role alcohol plays in society and the idea of the church as a place of peace and serenity we shouldn't allow alcohol to be sold in the church space though we would allow it to be consumed. This doesn't seem to be enough for the PCC. However a couple of weeks ago a baptism family offered to bring some champagne for refreshments after the service: because the hall was out-of-action due to decorating we had the refreshments in the church itself. Everyone seemed OK with that. Furthermore, only one of the PCC is a teetotaler, and to make a big point out of alcohol as a church when you drink in your private life makes it pretty hard, it seems to me, to make the case to outsiders. 
This is the thing that worries me more than anything else. The concerts are arguably the most high-profile point at which the church interacts with non-churchy people, and what we decide has to make sense to those secular concertgoers in terms they can understand, or we risk simply being seen as bigots. I am not sure what I think: instinctively I don't have a problem with alcohol in the church space, although I can see how you could put together an argument against it, and that's what I seem to be doing. I find myself acting almost as a kind of ecclesiastical therapist, trying to help the church work out what they feel and why. 

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Pack Up Your Troubles

We don't normally do a great deal for Heritage Open Day at Swanvale Halt: the church is mid-Victorian and not exactly of startling architectural quality, so it's never seemed that we will get hordes of visitors come to marvel at the ingenuity of our 19th-century forebears. This year, however, to tie in with the World War One centenary, we decided to do something a little different and have a display of relevant memorabilia. A local antiques dealer lent us a cabinet to put things in and I knew I at least had the bronze memorial plaque, issued to the next-of-kin of casualties, which my grandparents dug up from their garden forty years ago, even though I had no idea what else might come in.

In the end the range of stuff we were loaned, from congregation members and general local residents alike, was really rather interesting. It wasn't all directly Swanvale Halt-related, but I decided that didn't matter. As well as the expected range of medals and embroidered postcards, there was:

- a photograph of a local man who enlisted as a Royal Engineer and was then shifted to the Royal Flying Corps, receiving a Military Medal. I've never seen a photo of a medal-awarding ceremony like this: he and three other chaps are lined up in front of the whole squadron arranged around them, with the planes behind;
- a photograph of a group of chaps in their barrack room, presumably having just scrubbed and cleaned it spotless, with a decorative stack of buckets and brushes in the centre;
- a pair of cavalryman's boots bought in a local charity shop;
- an entrenching tool found in a garden shed when the current owner moved into the house, presumably brought back illicitly from the War and then used in the garden for fifty years;
- records of three West Yorkshire brothers, one of whom joined the Royal Army Medical Corps, and the other two of whom were wounded and passed through his ambulance post at different times. One survived and the other died.

Having been a museum curator - and even more, having worked for the Royal Engineers in their museum - this was a bit of a step back into the past for me. It was fun to do, and people enjoyed lending things and telling me about them, and seeing what was on display, even if we still didn't get hordes of visitors from outside the church community.

We had an envelope with Open Day publicity including nice bright pink bunting bearing the logo which I strung along the church fence. On Sunday morning it had disappeared. I wonder what anyone found to do with it.

Friday, 12 September 2014

Modern Ways of Death


A few days ago I mentioned the peculiar sudden rush of funerals in Swanvale Halt. In one of the three I somehow took over the course of the week, one included only one hymn ('Abide with me' - haven't sung that for ages), and another none at all. Instead the music was provided by various popular singers, as I understand Jennifer Rush and Robson & Jerome are, or have been. I know some of my old colleagues would tut at this, at the mawkish sentimentality of pop intruding itself into the solemn business of life and death. But it's another symptom of the mutual estrangement between society and cultural Christianity. Once upon a time the old hymns, and Christian imagery and narrative more broadly, were the language in which English people thought their deepest and most meaningful thoughts, the lexicon of love and hope for which they instinctively reached; what an achievement that was. Some of those lyrics, in truth, were scarcely less sugary than the pop songs which have replaced them, but replace them they have. They are the medium through which ordinary people now express what they want to say, even at the most serious moments. It's not self-indulgent or particularly maudlin: it's just where we are. 

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Out of the Box

Back in Lamford I was given a beautiful Victorian home-communion set which had been owned by a previous incumbent of the parish, but that got stolen. So I bought another from eBay, slipping out of a meeting to bid for it on the church office computer. I've never mentioned it before so thought I would post a picture of it. The paten is engraved: 'Presented with a cheque to THE REV. E.C.HAYWARD, B.Sc., A.T.C.L., by the Congregation & Parish of ST. BARNABAS' CHURCH, HEATON, BRADFORD, as a sincere token of affection & high regard for his FAITHFUL MINISTRY, 1936-1941'. I rather like the idea that the set was rescued from potential collectors and restored to use.

I used it yesterday, in fact, going to take the last rites to a member of the church who very probably only has a couple of days to live. I'd been to take communion to Jeff many times at home since he became unable to get to church, and he was able to receive the sacrament again, though not to speak. We do what we can, and leave the rest to God.

Friday, 5 September 2014

Some Confusion

On Wednesday evening I went to a briefing session for school governors about recent changes to the education system we should all be aware of. The Government has rejigged the National Curriculum, OfStEd guidelines and advice for governors, and the main theme is that we have to avoid children becoming Islamic fundamentalists. This might not seem like a huge problem in Surrey, but, the chap leading the session warned us, 'If your school doesn't have a policy defining how it understands "British Values" and how it promotes them, I strongly suggest you work one out'.

I was more interested, immediately, in the advice on safeguarding. Mr Consultant was adamant that the legislation stated that employees in schools only needed DBS clearance on entry to a new post, and that volunteers should not be put through the process, as their interactions with children are supposed to be controlled by proper supervision. 'If you're being told that DBS clearances have to be renewed, or that volunteers should be DBSed, it's a waste of time and money. It isn't what the legislation says.' This is peculiar as I have just myself gone through the clearance process again: the diocese is very clear that DBS is only 'valid' for five years and that mine was about to 'expire'. Meanwhile all our volunteers are indeed being put through. We have an issue at the moment with an elderly lady member of the congregation who helps out with the children's groups and who couldn't supply sufficient proof of identity: she'd never had a driving licence, never been abroad so had no passport, and had changed her name after divorce many years ago, so her birth certificate was ambiguous. None of her utility bills showed the name by which she was actually known. 'If she can't find enough documents all she can do is have a DNA test', was the response.

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Slips on the Critical Path


We don't get many weddings at Swanvale Halt. Brides, I suspect, don't necessarily warm to the idea of being confronted by the Co-Op when they emerge from their wedding ceremony, and try to go somewhere else if they can. That means I find myself organising the banns for couples getting married elsewhere far more often than I get requests for weddings here.
However, I'm also what is called the Bishop's Surrogate for Oaths for this area, which means that whenever couples are getting married in church without banns being read first, and have to apply to the Bishop's Registry in Westminster for permission to seek a Common Licence instead, they come to me to deal with the paperwork and swear and oath that what they're saying is true. The usual reasons for doing this are that one party is a foreign national, or that they live abroad where banns can't be read.

A third reason is that something's been screwed up in the legal preliminaries for the wedding. Yesterday I saw two couples getting married in local churches this coming Saturday who'd suddenly found out that something had gone wrong in their case: the first had moved a couple of months ago and forgotten to have their banns read in their new parish church, and the second live just outside the parish where they're getting married and didn't realise they had to have their banns read there too - the vicar's email had gone into a junk inbox. So they all needed a Common Licence which meant coming to me to swear an oath. Just to make things slightly more interesting, the lady of the first couple is a divorcee, meaning that the bishop had to give his explicit permission for them to apply for a licence (this is how the Church gets around some of its members disapproving of divorcees remarrying in church).

I'd spoken to the lady I deal with at the Bishop's Registry about the first couple and she warned me another case would be coming through. 'There's a lot of this at the moment', she told me with some weariness. 'People come back from holiday and clergy come back from holiday and find that something they thought had been done hasn't been.' The summer is definitely over.

Monday, 1 September 2014

You Wait For Ages

It took a while to start taking funeral services after I was ordained: in Lamford in summer 2005 we went for weeks without any at all. Once I got going, though, I probably took 20 or so over the course of the year and Il Rettore did the same. That wasn't particularly impressive compared to the way it would have been once upon a time, nor to other places elsewhere: any time I spoke to my old vicar in his new Yorkshire parish he ended the conversation with 'I've got to go and get ready for a funeral, that's five this week', making one wonder how many people were actually left in the town.

How different all that is now. A few short years later and most clergy find they're doing a paltry number of funerals. I've taken only a couple this year, and even though it's true that I try to channel those that do come up towards our curate so she can have the practice, nevertheless even with hers added to the total I don't think we're into double figures since July last year. The local undertakers are quite apologetic about it, but the fact is that most people choose secular celebrants to take their services, even if those celebrants apparently quite often find themselves asked to incorporate the Lord's Prayer and the 23rd Psalm into the services they assemble. The generation that automatically assumed the local vicar is the right person to see you out of this world has passed and the consumer mentality has affected this aspect of human life as much as others.

And all of a sudden I have three funerals to do in the course of ten days, one of which is a burial - I haven't buried anyone for three or four years. I sat with a family going through the details of their mum's service the other day and had to struggle to remember what I usually say in such circumstances, which once upon a time tripped off my tongue with smooth facility. None of the deceased people are members of the Swanvale Halt congregation and only one attended church anywhere at all.