Living in London, I miss a lot of stuff from the substrata; that’s only to be expected . But today I read something from the superstructure that left me gobsmacked. You might find it unremarkable when you’ve far more exciting things to attract your attention like the doings of Emma Little Pengelly.
It’s been too long since I had a browse in the Church Notes in the Bel Tel, now in the hands of the estimable Alf McCreary. Whereas in England, the churches are just one more pressure group and usually in trouble (see Justin Welby who I saw recently described as “Mr Welby”) Alf is respectful in the old sense of my youth when clerics were accorded their full titles. Only in Northern Ireland in my experience do Protestant clergy exude a confident sense of status as they walk about the place. The fall from grace of the Catholic clergy has been far steeper.
The little item that really grabbed me may seem trivial to you. It came in Alf’’s round up of the clerical season of conferences and appointments
This year the Presbyterians made headlines by moving yet further to the right by increasing their vote to ban Moderator the Very Rev Dr Noble McNeely, from going to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland next year, because of the Scots’ more liberal attitude to same-sex marriage.
There were also worrying headlines about the lack of candidates, including women, for the Presbyterian ministry.
I wonder how many press button Bs will make the link between pars 1 and 2? Just imagine, actually banned from visiting the Mother Church up at the Mound in Edinburgh, the very model for Assembly Buildings in Fisherwick Place in the centre of Belfast.
As Alf himself laments, it’s a far cry from the days of Jack Weir, John Dunlop, Billy Arlow and Arthur Butler who tried to make an impact for peace in encounters with terrorists like the Feakle Talks. Now that “peace” has been achieved, the liberal ecumenical tradition has declined and the churches slip further into irrelevance and muddled conservatism. So sad, after all those years of struggle against the influence of militant Paisleyism from the 1960s. Remember the wretched moderator who attended the Westminster Abbey service for Pope Benedict but refused to shake his hand? What sort of principle was at work there?
What does this say about society? Catholics in transition to somewhere as yet unknown, while the dwindling Protestant establishment circles the wagons in bewilderment against change, having made a mass transfer from Ulster Unionist to become the clerical backbone of the DUP? Or a quickening shift to a secular society, searching for an ethical framework to share?