I was born in East London, South Africa to a British father and a French Huguenot and British descendant mother, and baptised at St Andrews Presbyterian Church in 1958. My parents began my real Christian nurture in the first multi-racial Presbyterian Church in South Africa, which we joined when I was four years old, because they, together with their minister, the Revd Robbie Robertson, could not reconcile segregated worship with the message of Jesus. When we moved to Kimberley when I was 12, they found another kindred spirit in the Methodist Minister, the Revd Sydney Friedland, and so we as a family became Methodists.
I attended a very mediocre state boarding school but had the privilege of coming under the influence of the Revd Canon George Pressley, my English master, who was frequently locked up because of his anti-apartheid activities. Together with the support of the school Chaplain, I ‘converted’ to the Anglican Church and felt called to ordination (and possibly the monastic life) in my penultimate year at school. I came under pressure to read law, and so did so for a year, but was more influenced by a sojourn in the Community of the Resurrection (CR), the onetime home of Trevor Huddleston, which confirmed my desire to begin the path to ordination. I moved to the University of Natal, during which time I was accepted as an Anglican ordinand. The bishop told to me to complete my degree and then do compulsory military service first, and then return for further vocational advice. I found this a bit strange and disappointing, because I was hoping for some advice as to how, as a Christian, I could deal with the crisis of conscience military service under an apartheid government, presented!
A very effective way of deferring national service was to be a registered full-time student. I had met Trish at an Anglican / Methodist youth group, and we had decided to get married. Trish is a cradle Methodist raised in a family where all people were accepted without reservation and so experienced much of Asian African as well as the traditional Zulu culture of Natal. Her Father was a fluent Zulu speaker and was much loved by these people.
On graduating, I explored the possibility of a vocation as a teacher before ordination, as I saw the importance of education in the liberation of the people. In addition, if I trained as a teacher, I was offered a bursary which was just enough for us to live on, and so I completed a diploma in education specialising in History, Biblical Studies and Religious Education. I was then invited to do a postgraduate history degree, which meant deferring military service for yet another year. By now, Trish had qualified as a teacher and was able to support us, even though, as a married woman, she was never allowed to hold a permanent position and earned significantly less than any male teacher with the same qualification!
On completion of this degree, I planned to continue with further post-graduate work, but was refused deferment and landed up in the training unit for officers in the Military Intelligence Corps. After some abuse during basic, second and third phase military training, I refused a commission and was eventually allowed to work as a social worker in a poverty stricken Griqua and so-called ‘Coloured’ community, as a non-combatant. While here I was licensed as a sub-deacon in the Anglican church and began to preach reasonably regularly. On completion of National Service, I returned to the Church for vocational advice, but found my ministry fulfilling as a school teacher and lay minister in the Church, and so was happy to wait. However, I became increasingly uncomfortable as history teacher especially teaching exam classes, because of the pro-apartheid propaganda that was so central to the syllabus. As a result, I left teaching and worked with an archaeologist researching Zulu history on a contract. I briefly returned to my alma mater teaching RE and non-examined History, until I was invited to be head of the History division of a research institute associated to Rhodes University in Grahamstown. My new employers encouraged me to publish my misgivings about the schools’ history syllabuses, and to do research into the Xhosa leadership in the region from the late Iron Age to the release of Nelson Mandela (leading to two minor volumes). While doing this, I also worked on a thesis on Methodist and Anglican mission history and theology (eventually graduating with a Master of Theology degree) and felt drawn back into the Methodist fold.
In September 2019, Newmount Methodist Church celebrated its 80th Anniversary. There were two weekends of special services combined with a weeklong exhibition of Stories from the Knitted Bible. For the Anniversary Sunday we were delighted to welcome Rev David King to lead our services. David is the son of Rev Kenneth King who had been our Minister during the period 1964-69, and David and his wife Margaret and their children were part of our church family until the early 1990’s when David became a Minster himself and they moved to the North West. After the morning service our invited guests were able to catch up on old times as we served a sit down lunch for ninety! During the rest of the week the exhibition of thirty one stories from across the Old and New Testaments and church archives were open every afternoon and evening and it was good to see a steady trickle of visitors from far and near, including some from northern Scotland.
Our celebrations continued the following weekend with a family activity afternoon and the dedication of a new pulpit fall given in memory of Mary Loydall. The design, for Harvest, was mostly hand sewn by one of Mary’s daughters, Ann Malkin. We concluded the anniversary celebrations in style with a rousing Sing Sankey! evening which, as always, brought friends from across the Circuit to join us. Our anniversary prayer is printed below.
We give thanks for the vision and commitment of all the members and friends at Newmount who have gone before us. We pray now, that the same Lord whom they served, will continue working in us by the power and presence of His Holy Spirit, to grant us grace and love such that this church will be sustained as a place of worship and fellowship, a centre of teaching the biblical truths and a place of mission to our community.
Catherine James, Local Preacher and member at St John’s has written a book exploring the references to the places in Derbyshire in the writings of authors who visited them. Whilst researching the book Catherine’s travels took her to the villages and towns of the Peak District and Derwent Valley and there are fascinating stories to discover in the chapters which focus on authors such as Jane Austen, Daniel Defoe and John Wesley.
What a great summer we have had with planned summer activities such as holiday club and activity days, along with God blessing us with the amazing summer weather that allowed us to host picnics on the park each Wednesday afternoon during the summer holidays for all ages and family units. It is amazing what conversations can happen through offering a packet of crisps, a bottle of water and a football to young people already on the park.… Read more...
(The following is a copy of an article which appeared in the Methodist Recorder earlier this year)
On one particularly poorly attended Sunday at St Thomas’ Road Methodist Church in Derby, Revd Jenny Dyer found herself preaching to about a dozen people, two of whom had learning difficulties. “I was preaching about the Chilcot Report,” she says, “and thinking what on earth are they making of this. Not only did two of the worshippers have learning difficulties, but another had left an adult son with learning difficulties at home. Others on our membership list have either learning difficulties or dementia. It was a lightbulb moment. I thought: we have to change our worship to be more accessible to these people.”… Read more...