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'Called to Serve'
The stories of the ordinands of St
Faith's, Great Crosby
Dennis Austin Smith
Many, varied and, often, circuitous are
the journeys which lead to ordination, and we each
have our own road to travel. When I was ten my friend
and next-door neighbour, Ken Ronson, told me that he
had joined the Wolf Cub pack across the road at St
Faith’s and asked if I wanted to go along with him to
the next Thursday evening meeting. Thus was to begin a
55-year association with the church that has occupied
a central place in my life.
As Cubs – and I still have in my bedroom drawer the
grey, long-sleeved pullover adorned with badges and
yellow Sixer’s stripes – we joined the Sunday School,
which met in church at three in the afternoon. Derek
Clawson was Akela of the pack in the early 1960s and
he subsequently gave up this responsibility and his
daytime work to go off to Birmingham and study for the
priesthood at the Queen’s College.
In 1961 Fr Tom Stanage was in the last year of serving
his title at St Faith’s and with Fr William Hassall,
then vicar, was instrumental in providing me with a
model of Anglican priesthood which I found to be both
attractive and compelling. I was also blessed and
fortunate to come under the influence of encouraging
and friendly teachers at Sunday School – Colin
Oxenforth, Mabel Pickup, Caroline (‘Bunny’) Mountfield
and Archie Pattison. For several years Bunny and
Archie played a very important part in my Christian
formation and, along with others like George Houldin,
Emily Conalty, Elsie Foy and the Carter sisters,
Dorothy and Lilian, provided me with much love,
friendship and support.
My path towards ordination proved to be neither simple
nor straightforward. I was 14 or 15 when Fr Hassall
confided in another dear friend of mine at St Faith’s,
Margaret Hesketh Roberts, that he feared my secondary
modern education at Waterloo County might not equip me
sufficiently for the academic achievement that was
needed for further progress. At this time I started to
explore two other avenues of possibilities for
Ministry. First, there was the Church Army – a vibrant
and inspiring organisation that trained men and women
to be Captains and Sisters for evangelistic and parish
work in the Church of England. Aged 16 and 17, I went
on two very well-organised and enjoyable summer
holiday house parties run by the Church Army – the
first to lovely Bowness-on-Windermere, the second to a
base in central London, from which we visited many of
the great sights. Had my ‘O’ level success not been
what it was, I might well have been accepted for the
Army’s three year training course at its college in
Blackheath, Kent.
My second exploration was to visit Kelham Theological
College, a unique monastic institution in the C of E,
close to the River Tent at Newark, near Nottingham.
Kelham, the Mother House of the Society of the Sacred
Mission, embraced a training course in which boys
could study for both O and A level examinations before
embarking upon a four year non-graduate
seminarian-style preparation leading to ordination.
Having by now moved schools, from Waterloo County
Secondary to Merchant Taylors’, I was most fortunate
in having Russell Perry, one of my A level Divinity
masters, persuade me that I should put aside any
thoughts about the Church Army or Kelham, and set my
sights on gaining a university place. With hindsight I
will be forever grateful that I took my teacher’s wise
and timely advice and thankfully, following the summer
exam results, I was off to Lancaster University for a
three years’ honours degree.
In the course of my enjoyable time at Lancaster two
significant milestones were met. The first of these
was that having been recommended to go forward for
selection by the then Liverpool Diocese Director of
Ordinands, Canon Gordon Bates (who subsequently became
Bishop of Whitby), I was asked to attend the customary
three days (four nights) Selection Conference of the
Advisory Council for the Church’s Ministry (ACCM) at
Shallowford House in Staffs, to join other potential
ordinands for interviews, discussions and possible
selection. (Our Reader, Jackie Parry attended a
similar conference a few months ago at the same venue
and, happily, like me, was selected for training). A
recommendation which came with my selection was that I
might consider doing a year’s VSO (Voluntary Service
Overseas) prior to beginning ordination
training.
The second milestone I encountered whilst at Lancaster
was totally unexpected and was to fundamentally change
the course of my journey to Anglican priesthood and
future career. In the spring of 1971, my final year at
university, I saw displayed on a notice board in the
Chaplaincy Centre an advertisement containing details
of a one year Post Graduate Certificate in Education
which was being offered at Christ’s College, Woolton –
a Roman Catholic teacher training college here in
Liverpool. I had little hesitation in deciding
that I should like to do the course being offered, for
there would, I thought, always be the possible
opportunity to put it to use sometime in the future,
whether ordained or not.
Thereupon, from September 1971 to June 1972 I was one
of only three non-R.C. students at the college,
learning how to be a teacher. I so enjoyed the
experience that I decided to defer applying for a
place at the College of the Resurrection, Mirfield, to
begin priestly training and, instead, applied for a
secondary school teaching post at the newly
constituted Manor High School (now called St
Michael’s) in Crosby. Successful in my application, I
embarked on a pedagogical career that was to last for
thirty eight years.
Two years into teaching I again entered into
discussions with Canon Gordon Bates about my
aspiration to be ordained. By this time the ACCM
recommendation I had received earlier had apparently
‘expired’ and if I wished to pursue that road it
appeared I would have to attend a second Selection
Conference. In the meanwhile Canon Bates had put me in
touch with the Rev. Dr. Ray Selby, who was pioneering
a new non-residential ordination course for students
in the North West of England. Before attending the
ACCM Selection Conference this time, to be held at
Chester Retreat House, I met Canon Selby, who was only
too happy for me to begin his course that coming
autumn of 1974, and so to become the youngest
non-residential ordinand in the country.
What happened next in this eventful and unprecedented
saga could only have happened to me! On the last
evening of the Chester Selection Conference I was
informed by the ACCM Secretary (who acts as Chairman
and leader of the conference) that because I was
intending to study on a non-residential course and,
therefore, would subsequently be putting myself
forward for non-stipendiary ministry, I shouldn’t have
been at the conference, as that particular one was for
those potential ordinands who were looking towards
full time, stipendiary parish ministry. Thus began a
most unusual and somewhat bizarre episode that it
somehow typical of the mysterious and unpredictable
machinations of the C of E.
As I was only 24 at this time the ACCM authorities in
their wisdom decided that I was too young not to go
for full-time residential training, which, obviously,
would have meant that I would have had to give up
teaching. Fortunately Canon Bates (still Diocesan
Directory of Ordinands) and Canon Selby were both
strongly of the opinion that despite my youthfulness I
should be permitted to study on the North West
Ordination Course, as I had already experienced
residential training as a student at Lancaster
University. There was no agreement or meeting of
minds between ACCM and the two Canons championing my
cause.
ACCM subsequently decided that I should attend two
separate interviews with their nominated advisors –
one was the Vicar of Broadway, the lovely Cotswold
village in Worcestershire, the other, a scholarly part
time tutor at St Stephen’s House Oxford, whom I
visited in his country rectory. In due course by train
and bus I travelled to both interviews and put my case
for non-residential training before these learned
clerics. The result, some weeks later, was that ACCM
were still insisting on my going to a residential
college for ordination training. The Canons, Bates and
Selby were not happy with the outcome of my interviews
and decided that my cause should be put before the
Diocesan Bishop, Stuart Blanch.
My dad drove a hired car to get me to Woolton on a
spring Sunday afternoon in 1974 where I was
interviewed by Stuart Blanch at Bishop’s Lodge. I
think that the announcement only the day before of the
Bishop’s preferment to the Archbishopric of York may
well have helped put Bishop Stuart in a happy,
agreeable and positive frame of mind. “What do you
wish to do?” he asked me. “Begin the North West
Ordination Course in September, my Lord” was my reply.
“Then you shall,” was basically Stuart’s encouraging,
confirming and most welcome response.
Suffice it to say ACCM were unhappy with the outcome
of my meeting with the Bishop and subsequently refused
to pay the necessary tuition fees for the course
during my first year as a student. Thankfully, Canon
Bates facilitated the financial support to which I was
entitled and then insisted that having won the
Archbishop’s approval and blessing ACCM had an
obligation to finance the remaining two years of my
training, which they did.
I doubt that few other journeys towards ordination in
the C of E have come by quite as unusual and eventful
a route as my own. Happily and thankfully, however, at
Michaelmastide 1977, in Liverpool’s Cathedral Church
of Christ, former England Test cricketer, Bishop David
Sheppard, laid hands on me and the long, interesting
and challenging journey was at last over. Laus Deo.
Fr Dennis Smith
June 2015
See Dennis's
photo and entry on the St Faith's Parish Portraits
page here