A few weeks ago now (sorry, other things got in the way of blogging about this) I went on a day trip down to St. Michael’s Theological College run by the Anglican Chaplain here. The idea being to give people considering ordained ministry, a flavour of what “vicar school” is like. Given that this blog will still function to be a public forum for my thoughts as I consider vocation, and what mine might be it seems appropriate to share some key snapshots. This won’t be an extensive narrative of the time. If you desperately want to know about the teashop on the way down or what the lasagne was like, get in touch!
St. Michael’s College (St. Mike’s) is the Church In Wales’ training college, with Methodist Ecumenical links and a good relationship with the Baptists. It is based in Llandaff, Cardiff. It has a mix of residential and non-residential students who hail from a range of Christian backgrounds; welsh-language, English-language, Charismatic, Anglo-Catholic, Low Church, Reformed, not-so-reformed, Conservative, Liberal etc. It offers training at a number of academic levels depending on an ordinand’s ability and background. So on to the realisations …
Their approach to “formation”
We arrived for lunch (very nice) and then after that the first port of call was an introductory talk by the vice-principle (a very lovely man who was very gracious and seemed to take a genuine interest us as people). One of the main thrusts was their view on “formation” which made a lot of sense. Like other similar institutions there is an emphasis not on imparting knowledge, or training in skills (although both are integral) but about developing people. Stephen Roberts gave such a better explanation of this. You’ll have to settle with, “I was very impressed with the approach they took for their students”.
On small communities
When I was choosing where to study my undergrad degree the size of the student body was a key factor; I wanted somewhere not overwhelmingly big, but not so small that it felt invasive. I would hold that the size of the student body will be a factor in the order that I rank my preferences for training institutions (assuming I candidate and am accepted and that the single “Hub” Methodism is planning doesn’t exist by then). If you’d asked me the day before going down to St. Mike’s I’d have said that I accept none of our colleges are huge, but the bigger the better because I’d find a small community to claustrophobic. The community of students at St. Mike’s felt tiny (maybe 20?) but it didn’t feel claustrophobic or invasive. Admittedly all we got was a snap-shot but it felt far better than I was expecting. I had an overwhelming sense that I could actually fit into a group like that.
In no small way that was because everyone I met was so lovely. I’m sure not every community that size has that feel, and praise is owed to the students we met, but I am no revising how important I think the size is.
This was so so lovely. Partly I was shattered after a manic week and so a time to sit down in some quiet was delightful, but also it was a wonderful service, well conducted, by the students. One of those beautifully refreshing services where I was certain I’d met with God, not because of how I’d felt, but because of the way I left in some way different. Also the chapel was really beautiful. It was probably an acquired taste, but I could have spent half a day there. I also liked the idea that the style of worship changed with the students leading to reflect the diversity of the college; what a lovely idea and what a great way to foster understanding.
The next two points are a little bit more of gut-feelings that any real response.
A Call to Ordination and Further Theological Training
Whilst it is extremely unlikely I’d ever train at St. Mike’s it felt right being there, in the sense that it felt right I get a better feel of what a training college is like. It confirmed the sense that this would be part of my future. That I have been called to ordained ministry and to further training. Whilst the two come together they can also be separated, and it was in different ways that I felt called to both, but at the same time that they’d come together. Discussions on practical things like how one would deal with certain situations confirmed a sense of calling to be a Minister and theological discussion and the talk of Masters excited me that this would come with part of that.
A Call to be Ordained a Presbyter
Within British Methodism there are two orders of Ordained Ministry; Presbyters and Deacons. So with a sense of call to ordained ministry one must discern which form of ministry one is called to. The students lead worship, including communion with the exception of the special bit that only ministers can do (the days of lay presidency can’t get here soon enough for my liking) and because I was so tired I even missed the subtle swap between the that bit, so it looked to me as if the students had lead communion. This bit gets very wishy washy, but when I saw them I felt a sense of empathy and that *that* was what I was supposed to do. So it felt like a definitive confirmation that if I am called to ordained ministry it is to presbyteral ministry; a ministry of Word and Sacrament. This is something I’ve always felt, but could never justify, which might have proven tricky come candidating. But now I have a small experience which might support this “assumption” although it’d be lovely if God could send some more.
All in all the trip was a really lovely one, fascinating, informative and affirming. I am very glad I went.