UK Methodism – taking stock… Andrew Pratt (10/8/2025)

UK Methodism – taking stock… Andrew Pratt (10/8/2025)

The words of Ecclesiastes remind us that… ‘To everything there is a season’. Life goes on, season to season, year to year.

John Wesley referred to Methodists as… a ‘peculiar people’. So I’m prompted to reflect where we are heading.

Before we move on it’s worth giving thanks for what is past. Imagine, for a moment, or remember, where we’ve come from.

Here’s a bit of history. Bear with me (especially if you know this already). The Methodist Church of which we are a part came into being with a Conference on 20 September 1932 at the Royal Albert Hall. Three denominations joined together: Wesleyan, Primitive and United Methodists. The circuit I live in has buildings representative of all three. Nationally, at the time of union, there were 919099 members and 4370 ordained ministers. I’ll save you from doing the sums. This equates to 210 members/minister. There were around 15408 churches across the three denominations, just over 3.5 churches/minister.

I was ordained and came here in 1982. I had 5 churches with around 190 members. From memory, we had 4 Presbyters and 18 churches. I can’t recollect the total circuit membership. I know that some congregations have united, some churches closed.

Our current plan has 420 members listed. Not including our Deacons (who do not ordinarily have pastoral charge of congregations) or Supernumeraries there are two Presbyters, the equivalent today of the ordained ministers of 1933. Hmmm. Interesting.  Two ministers in 1933 terms.

The membership per minister at the moment is par for the course. But 7 Churches/minister is double that of 1933.

When our forebears took the risky step of joining denominations together they anticipated that the number of churches (congregations or Societies) would ultimately reduce by a third. That was sensible and rational for denominations already threatened by decline, though there was some obfuscation in relation to disclosing the number and location of buildings.

Back to where I live. With seven churches/minister the plan is supplemented with ‘Local Arrangements’ and visiting preachers. Communion services are enabled with the addition of an authorised lay Lay Worker and two Supernumeraries aged in their 70s and 80s.

 I feel sad and wonder how long it will take for the vision of 1933 to come to fruition. How long will it take us for Circuits to work as units in a way which makes us effective in serving our communities in the long term, and maintaining the health of us all, lay and ordained. How long can we sustain ‘our church’ when, as my brother-in-law would say, ‘we are the church’…? A few verses of scripture might give us food for thought. Speaking of the first Christians Acts relates:

 46 Day by day, as they spent much time together …, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, 47 praising God and having the goodwill of all the people. (Acts 2:46-47)

Our word ‘church’ came from the Greek ‘ecclesia’ simply a gathering of people… Not a building in sight. no possession but shared stewardship and care of one another.

© Andrew Pratt 2025

As summer ends a hymn to challenge us – The Christ was a vagabond

As we begin (for Methodists, a new Methodist year this hymn challenges us, not to look at others, but to be honest about our own faithfulness to the example of Jesus.

The Christ was a vagabond, penniless stranger,
or so some would style him, deriding his call.
And those who would follow, were they any nearer
the total self-giving, of giving their all?

And we at this moment, are we any better?
Our silver excuses, have we got it right?
The poor are still with us? Then love of our neighbour
is vacuous, meaningless, blinding our sight.

The wealth of this nation is at our disposal,
yet few hold the purse strings, have power to decide,
while others are crippled. Iniquitous ‘sharing’
will leave them impoverished, nowhere to hide.

With wages and taxes we barter for people,
define what is poverty, pity the poor,
but then, when the homeless and helpless come knocking,
we bar them from pavements while locking the door.

We bathe in hypocrisy, claim to be righteous,
great God will you open our eyes to the plight
of those we have damaged, derided, diminished:
the Christ in the other, still hid from our sight.

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 12 11 12 11
Tune: STREETS OF LAREDO

How do we imagine beauty – Against a bleak backdrop a contrast…helpful? …a new text.

How do we imagine beauty - Against a bleak backdrop something of a contrast...helpful? I hope...a completely new text. 

How do we imagine beauty, 
wonder, words cannot express? 
Something felt, beyond our vision, 
love incarnate, nothing less?
Here and now all life is timeless,
here we're lifted out of self, 
now beyond all expectation,
human sense, or worldly wealth.

Can eternity be fathomed?
Glimpse the feeling, sense the sound, 
breathe the spirit of creation,
ground of being, sought and found.
Here a mystery unravels, 
yet withheld from human sight:
simply trust, with faith the given, 
God is beauty, love and light.

Andrew Pratt written 22/6/2025
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Metre: 8.7.8.7 D
Tune: CALON LAN

The rubble and the language – words for our time, for Gaza

The rubble and the language – words for our time, for Gaza

The rubble and the language,
discarded, damaged lives,
are things that evil scatters;
no hope of love survives
when narcissistic grasping
eradicates all grace,
if protest sinks in silence
love leaves our human race.

Bereft of all compassion,
with empathy stripped bare,
humanity extinguished,
while people suffer there;
this world is desecrated
can we not find a way
to heal and mend relations
to counter this decay.

With hatred running rampant,
while sinking in despair,
is there no other option
to clear this rancid air,
to open doors to trusting,
to take the risk to dare
to find a new beginning,
through action, kindness, prayer.

Alternative last 4 lines:

From warring words and venom
could we at last relent,
or still continue headlong
to hell to which we’re bent?

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Notes
This is probably best used as a reading. No tune is offered, though, being metrical it could be sung – as a protest song (or a hymn?).