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Book Chapter 10.2003/09 Stephen Cunningham-Collins (Author) Email: revdrsc@yahoo.co.
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WHERE THE CROSS MEETS, IN AVONDALE A Story about Churches working in partnership Stephen Cunningham-Collins Where the Paths Meet Damieon Cunningham-Collins (Rev). BA(Hons), Cert Ed. All Rights Reserved
DEDICATION To my partner, Damieon Cunningham-Collins; To my parents, Fred & Mary Collins My small but, faithful Church Stepping Stones in Cwm Rhymni; To those formidable women, whose Christian ministry influenced my spiritual development through poignant Christian friendship and Counsel, in particular: Major Margaret Slater (SA); the late, Envoy Phyllis Nancollis (SA); Winifred Wakeley; Clarrisa Russ; Rev Pamela Pitten and of late, Mandy Ford, To women with vocations to ordained ministry, who strive to empower the Churches to be accepted and called by God, to proclaim the Gospel? When God Calls, He Equips
Rev Dr Stephen Cunningham-Collins (2003-2009)
Book Chapter 10.2003/09 Stephen Cunningham-Collins (Author) Email: revdrsc@yahoo.co.uk
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT Without the tireless support of my Partner, Mother, Sister-in-law and Church, this book would never have been completed. I thank each for their tireless encouragement, appraisal, reading draft after draft, financial and pastoral care. I would also thank the professional support of Xlibris, in particular Roy Andrews, whose tireless and gentle reminders consistently kept the project on track.
PREFACE In this current age, women are at the forefront of Christian Ministry again, I say again, because for many denominations women have been and still are the very backbone of ordained ministry. In respect to the past and lasting efforts of The Salvation Army, whose tireless promoting of women in ministry has often provoke controversy, even from the earliest days of that movement, its co-founder Catherine Booth, was a formidable influence to ministry. Over successive generation this attitude to female ministry has encouraged and brought about a wealth of talent that would never have been able to say a word. Other denominations have taken heed of this movements attitude to women in ministry and in doing so, acknowledge the vivacity and tenacity that women can bring to professional ministry. However, the argument for apostolic ministry has clouded out the real and positive necessity for female ministry; in an age where women are under more pressure to conform within the Church then before. Today, it provokes the pertinent question: Is there is a need for another Catherine Booth in the 21st century? In many aspects of Churches working together, women have and still are the catalyst in both the local and national Church, in being so; much has been achieved through collaborative development. In fact Ecumenical Collaboration is a real and ever present aspect of a living Body of Christ. This book is simply written for those who require some pointers in engaging in ecumenical collaboration. In doing so, the three parts of the book are arranged firstly to understand what is collaboration the various types of collaboration and the rationale for such endeavours; in understanding the basic framework of collaboration the necessity for endeavour is much easier to understand and albeit, engaging. Secondly, to help ground this understanding, it has been far easier to envision a fictional townscape, with a variety of churches, ministers and laity in the form of a novel that explores the various and sometimes difficult decisions, actions and humanity that can and often curtails collaborative endeavours, both within the collaborating organisations and also the collaborative project. Thirdly, to help understand the methods that ensure good collaboration, part three explores the common areas that need to be addressed consistently to keep collaboration projects steady. The story novel is based upon years of listening to the struggles of those in ministry, as a minister, counsellor and congregant. The characters are fictitious, the geographical landscape has credence but, the town of Avondale is not formed upon any specific place in
mind. However, the stories and events have some substance and can be found still today in Places of Worship up and down the land. Albeit, sometimes unnoticed. The pure reality, of good ecumenical endeavour is clearly in the listening skills of those involved. Moreover, those listening skills must be clearly honed into the voice of the Holy Spirit, tested, retested and brought through in action that brings about both the vision for collaboration and the actual reality in its mission strategy. Listening, Vision and Mission are the sound building blocks that will sustain and develop the strategy for the success or failure of ecumenical collaborative endeavours. These three building blocks are often found not in the dialogue, but in the unspoken action that creates the spark of life that starts the collaborative journey.
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CHAPTER 1 Preparation and Expection
Enthusiasm for Mission Sitting in his study after a more than usually full Sunday the Vicar of Avondale, Peter Standforth, reflected on this events of the day more particular the lack of unity within the Churches within the Parish. Inertia was certainly not impartial in Avondale, but neither was gossip, even if a Church was not represented at an event, by the following day, they knew everything that went on. If only the same enthusiasm for gossip was mirrored in mission then we would be fine. Last Sunday Evenings, pray and praise service which his church had invited all other churches too annually. Attendance had been good, but again, no Salvation Army, the Bethel Pentecostal Church, Brethren Chapel, or Trinity members. But, Pastor Dolly Paxton, (Congregational Church) Pastor Manny Shenton (Baptist Church) and the Methodists from both St Andrews and Northville Chapel, supported by their minister Matt Johns and his wife, trainee Deaconess Carol; had been pleased to attend. Never mind he thought, at least we increasing in number as the years go on. But, he felt much more could be done together. Dolly, preach a really powerful sermon, which was received well; and he never knew that Matt and Carol Johns could sing so well as a couple. They sang two duets, which had the congregation spell bound and the round of applauds said it all.
Peter thought about the news that the Salvation Army officers were moving Avondale did have its gossipy Christians amongst them. He learnt the news from one of his congregation, Libby Brush, the Secretary to the Church Council; That the Jones had only been here a short while and the previous less time again. Well lets hope this time the Salvation Army appoints officers who can make it work. Then Matt has such a problem with Trinity Church, they are so powerful, and yet, dont get involved in any outside activities not even with their own churches unless they have too, at least St Andrews and Northville are much more outgoing. Peter thanked God he had just one Church, and a Mission on the council estate, Christchurch might be a huge barn of a modern building built to replace the former Victorian Church. But, at least, it could be used for many things, and his predecessors had really thought about a building that was multi-functional, and could be divided into small units, using the partitioning that crossed the chancel and then lower down the nave.
A Preachers Passion He was disappointed in the attendance from other Churches, but was not surprised at all. He shared his feelings with Dolly. Dolly a formidable women who had learnt much about folk in her many years of ministry retorted: Peter, Peter, Peter, when will you learn? Gods timing not here yet, you see in one of my many dreams, you know about my special dreams dont you? Peter nodded. God is going to bring people together in a profound way, over the next years, time and time again, I can see a turbulence blowing across the Churches, especially that, Citadel place in Market Street, and Trinity Chapel Peter and Dolly were joined by Matt and Manny. Dolly continued in her usual flow, not stopping for breath:God is going to break down walls, raised up people and bring Avondale to its very knees as we all begin to grapple with working for His kingdom together. Politely, the men nodded for fear of a reprisal. Dolly was a formidable woman, with a huge heart and a real passion for ministry. Dolly did not suffer fools gladly, was often so spot on it often unsettled them. Her preaching that evening had been breathtakingly honest and frank, in fact, the men wouldnt dare say or speak as she did. No wonder fear and trepidation followed women in ministry, thought each of them, but they dare not speak it, for fear of reprisal, another sermon! Avondale was a small Lancashire town nestled in by hills on each side, a former mill town, formidable women and gentlemen. The Churches and Chapels had seen a bygone age of heavy duty preachers and now, maintaining the Status Quo had become the norm. Clergy,
came, saw and did not relatively conquer, as like many other towns, Avondale had gently settling into the long haul of spiritual inertia. However, despite this comfort zone mentality, the consistent prayer of the few were being heard in the heavens above, the visions see by some were impacting on the tomorrows of hope and faith in action; and before too long the turbulence of the Spirit would wake the spiritual and the lazy from there comforting slumber,
Gods Timing Captain Sarah Miles found herself looking out of her sitting room window on a cold autumnal day; half still bemused at her marching orders six weeks earlier. Now one week into her new larger responsibility, unpacking done, first attentions completed she could now settle down to breathe for five minutes, and reflect on the last few weeks or so. Why had the Salvation Army (Army) appointed her to such a large corps, she was just a down to earth women, with a passion for social justice, collaborative ministry and a real passion for the basics tenets of the Christian faith. A faith she had firmly believed in since her Junior Soldiers days in her home Corps in South Wales. She knew that the Army had always taken womens ministry seriously, but, to her surprise she never realised that her ministry had been under the spotlight in such a clear way, all she had done was remain true to her calling and in some small way made her ministry as down to earth, collaborative, that is ecumenically speaking, and as practical as possible, staying true to the uniform she found herself wearing, with her heart to God and her hand out to mankind through her ministry. But, alas, here she now was sitting in her sitting room, with an afternoon to herself, the first luxury of a busy previous six weeks. She had given the Army 18 years of service as a single officer and in that time had served in four corps and one divisional appointment. It was only when she was invited to a special appointments commission as an observer last year that she felt something was being planned for her future service, the shock of which humbled her as she realised the level of esteem that she was now held. She had been very happy at Chelsea by the Sea, a small but neat South East Coast Seaside town, and felt that even though the corps was smaller than she had been stationed at in earlier years, nevertheless, the period had allowed her to recoup her strength for the future, while being able to keep herself busy ministering in that little sea port town on the east coast. A corps that had taken her at rock bottom and reignited her spirit, in kindness she would never forget.
In a different way she too had made her mark and left a legacy to the corps. When the corps picked her up in the depth of brokenness, she in turn because of her hurts was able to teach from the heart of the Saviour, in that, she was able to instil the gentleness of healing through holiness. As she journeyed out of the despair, healing found a new way of expression through her teaching of no nonsense holiness. This gentle approach enabled a corps that felt itself too small to be anything special, in that, even though, congregations were small, sections (band & songsters) that was just barely functional; they too had a vital message to share in a different way. This materialised in its extended ministry, to the elderly and the homeless. The affect, of showing that inward holiness must have an outward expression, gave the corps a refreshing focus for its ministry. The reality was simple. God took a tired, broken pastor and a small caring congregation, that had no real purpose to its mission; married the two together and over four years, helped each to heal and find wholeness through the miracle of practical holiness. Through brokenness, the purpose of God engaged a congregation and saved a pastor from resignation. Thereby, ensuring that faith in the future became a refreshing restored reality for both.
CHAPTER 2 Gods Appointment Sarah could not help chuckling to herself, at the way in which the newly appointed British Commissioner (BC), Commissioner Martha Jones, herself, a formidable welsh women, and the Field Secretary Colonel Colin Singer, had approached her after the annual national congress: how would she feel about a new appointment that would use her arsenal of skills? She reminded her that she had been in her current appointment for four years, had vital frontline experience in smaller and larger appointments, and that her special ecumenical and diplomatic talents might be more relishing now she was rested with larger responsibilities. The serious breakdown she had had, a year into the last appointment at Upton, still held her thoughts: how could she have allowed a narrow thinking corps, to break her reserves so much she could have done, thwarted by small minded bickering; in reality, she still could not fathom the answer, and probably never will. The good grace and swift timely actions of her Divisional Commander DC, to move her, to her current smaller appointment, within a few short weeks, leaving Upton, un-officered and under serious scrutiny; only served to now appeared to be the hand of God in her future. She recalled feeling a little confused at the time, but well meaningful senior officers in the division, had been caring enough to nurture her through this difficult period of her officership; while allowing her, to keep her self respect in tact. She dare not think of what might have happened, she surely would have resigned her commission and well, what then? But, she gave all the glory to the Lord, for his unfailing care and timely action. Weighing up all the facts now, made for simple logic, the hand of God could clearly be seen in the new appointment being suggested. The some what odd short conversation with the BC and the FS, at the congress, her invitation to be a field officer representative at the appointments commission; held every autumn at the territorial retreat centre, where officer appointments were discussed, prayerfully made and debated. Every officer in the territory had their appointments discussed by the related divisional leaders and territorial team, resulting in the Field Team with the respected DCs approving appointments from one division to another or, confirming continuing appointments or moves within divisions.
Some officers, including herself, were past over and, approved for appointment decisions at a later meeting, which were to be decided finally by the territorial team, but, in her case, she felt, nothing was more forthcoming than a new role with no more corps work, at least that was her thinking, how wrong can one be at guess work! At least she now knew that she would receive farewell orders and, could prepare to move in the summer, but to what and where would not be revealed until she had the marching orders six weeks before the actual move took place. Returning to Chelsea by the Sea, left her wondering what was going on. Her own DC who had been at the congress and the commission, Major Millie Stilbury, was one of two token women DCs in the territory and was in her last year of her appointment before retirement. At the next divisional holiness meeting a few days later, Major Stillbury took her to one side and confidently told her to prepare to move appointment in at the general farewell. Major Stillbury, also informed her that she felt this new appointment would test her strengths and build on her weaknesses. Giving nothing away as to the location or indeed the work! Did that cause her concern, not really, just trust she said to herself, just trust. Assuming that it would be another small corps appointment; perhaps somewhere with a similar challenge as Chelsea-by the Sea. Nevertheless, given that she had been an observer at the officers commission, nothing else gave away the prolific change that would bring much needed challenge to her ministry as an officer.
All Change ahead She recalled getting up the morning the Farewell Orders came through the post. It was 8:30pm a warm late spring morning, and she was in a good frame of mind. Opening the letter, revealed the usual instructions: that she was under farewell orders, and that the corps should be informed that they were to prepare for a new Commanding Officer (CO). Therefore, her first duty was to inform the local officers, and the corps, by next Sunday. Well Sarah, said the two local officers, who had been at her side over the four years, we are pleased you are going. Somewhat taken aback by the comment, Sarah, said, why? Sid the Corps Secretary (CS) and Joan the Corps Treasurer (CT), almost in unison: you are well now, rested and able to move on, we have enjoyed your ministry, but, time has come to take you back on your journey, and we shall always be grateful, the army sent you to us.
Tears mixed with sadness followed, between them all, but, realising that Gods hand was in the plan for Sarah, and that she should go out with blessing and praise. Sundays announcement, was also met with a few surprises, it was as if God had planned the whole day, everyone was sad, but, pleased for Sarah, a CO they had come to cherish and respect. She was optimistic and yet positive about her future. Being a Captain and having held five appointments in 18 years some more challenging than others; moves went with the work. At least she had only had five appointments some of her fellow session had had many more in the same period. Anyhow, nothing could prepare her for the Marching Orders letter that arrived a week later. She recalled reading that she was appointed to the command of Avondale Citadel, the largest corps in the North Lancashire Division; with something of a reputation. The shock, the amazement and the why me she recalled. She would be following Brigadier Jones and his wife, and moreover, it was huge in comparison to anything she had been commanding before. It took some thinking about, but, a reassuring call to her mother, who was a dyed in the wool Salvationist and former officer, gave her the settlement she needed. What about Chelsea, she thought. In the same letter, she was informed that Major & Mrs Williams, who were currently at Downmead, in Wiltshire, would be coming in her place, and this would be there last appointment. She was relieved, at least they would have officers. The afternoon was spent on the telephone. She called Major Williams, and spent a half an hour or so, talking about the corps, but she need not have worried, as he informed her that: they had been stationed nearby some years ago, and well, knew a lot already. Again the hand of God was in the corps future too! An arrow prayer followed: You really are wonderful, Lord, every step planned thank you!. The phone rang, early evening, and as expected, it was Brigadier Jones, the current CO at Avondale. They spoke for what seemed ages. He was reassuring and yet, a little vague, the corps sounded well organised and it seemed that the CO role was more administrative spiritual rather than very hands on. He gave a reflective overview of the corps, a lot of army activities typical of a large corps, not a lot of outside involvements. The quarters, was, a large Victorian house, not too far from the Citadel which was situated in the heart of the town. Financially, the corps was sound and the citadel was dated but, again functional. The Brigadier and his wife were going over to the Red Shield Service, the armys armed forces work; they were going to be chaplains on an air base. They had been at Avondale for almost two years, and had asked for a move to a much small responsibility, as Mrs Jones was unwell, and he was managing the corps alone. They also felt that a smaller
appoint for their final two years of officership would be more fitting. Reading between the lines, Sarah, could sense something was not quite as it seemed, but time would tell. Nothing was given away in the conversation, simply the basic facts, but this did not worry Sarah, as she really knew Gods hand was in the appointment. The six weeks prior to the moving day, went very quickly. Final reports to be completed the usual corps meetings, farewells meetings and a huge house to tidy. Sorting out four years was not easy. But, as always, the kindly corps folk were ready to lend a hand, to smooth the transition. She was now embarking on a new chapter in her ministry, ministering to a much larger corps. She still thought she was too young for such an appointment, at 38. Would her qualities and no nonsense approach bold well in this what seemed huge appointment; reflecting on her better points: as gentle as she was, slight in high and round in frame, she thought she was a certain match for anyone who cared to cross her pathway. She was firm but fair; obedient to her calling, and, her superiors; kind and gentle with those who needed her care; surely in some part it was these qualities that had set her in good stead all these years. But what about those weaknesses: forthright, a Welsh temper and a distain for sloppy, bad or untidy. She laughed at this, and thought, her training years had a lot to answer for, all that: knee drill, cleanliness, room inspections and discipline made her who she now was. Major Stillbury, called in on her a few days before the moving day, just to check she was alright. Reassuring her that her appointment was right for her; and that even though she was retiring; she would always want to hear from her, as she was an officer that would stay the course and with Gods help go far in the movement. Moreover, she was not to worry about her breakdown happening again, she was now too strong and well, the army had seriously learnt a lot from her eventuality, that more support was needed at local levels with single officers. They parted more friends and exchanged addresses and promised to stay in touch. Well, it was Wednesday evening she had completed her appointment at Chelsea-by the Sea, an appointment she would always cherish. She was now all packed, train tickets ready and all she had to do was wait until the morning to take that next step on the calling and adventure that is, officership. Well morning came, Sid, came in his car to take her to the train station. They arrived at 9.00am, and as prompt as British Rail can be, she stepped onto the train to Birmingham at 9.06am. No tears this time, just firm handshakes and she was off.
Sitting in the carriage in her uniform, she thought about the next appointment, what, would it be like, having never been up north on an, appointment. Nevertheless, she was soon in Birmingham, and changed platform, and on the 12.30pm to Manchester. Arriving in Manchester at 2.00pm, she was soon over the bridge and onto the local train that took her out into the outskirts of the city and beyond. Half an hour she was entering Avondale, which seemed to be a heavy industrial town, low terraced houses, lots of chimneys, in comparison to Chelsea, it was very grimy, built up and dark. But, she thought if this is where God has sent me, then here I am. She recalled leaving the last appointment. Smaller but, caring, she would miss some of the challenging personalities, but, knew she would have her work cut out with this corps as in the briefing with her new DC recently on the telephone, it needed a gentle but firm hand to bring it into the here and now, and also, a more open attitude to the wider sphere of mission and ecumenism. A focus the Army was now firmly engaged upon. Anyhow, as the armys founder once said there is no discharge in this war, would this new appointment be a war in her career or just a battle to be fought and won, only time would tell. The train slowly came into a built up area, and slowly chugged into a large station, and slowed at the platform. A tinny voice, shouted, Avondale all alight, Avondale. Well here I am she thought, and prepared to alight the train.
CHAPTER 3 Welcome to Avondale Avondale, arrival at last She alighted the train, in what would now seemed a very old fashioned uniform: high collared uniform tunic, long skirt well below her knees, black plain laced shoes, and a bonnet that sat in firm place on her small head, with what seemed a huge ribbon tied off on the right with the ends touching her shoulder. Her cases kindly placed on a trolley by a kind porter who pushed the trolley along the platform to the entrance, where she handed in her final ticket. She walked through the barrier, into a spacious entrance hall; to be greeted by an elderly somewhat burley gentleman in a well worn shinny uniform she recalled Sergeant Major Villers words to her. Welcome to Avondale. We were so surprised to have such a young single officer, we usually have married officers, of higher rank But, if thats the armys decision who are we to argue with those that know better, better an officer than none at all! she said. He did not reply. Her first glimpse of the town was interesting from the front of the station, chimneys, houses, shops, lots of terraced houses, a little like her South Wales home. She was ushered into a taxi, and was soon alighting outside a large Victorian house. It looked pleasant with its little garden and long pathway and a huge front door that had obviously not seen a coat of paint in some years. Nevertheless, it was now her home. Those first words really hit home, was she really that young, Im 38 she thought, and established in my officership. But, worse was to follow. At the welcome tea in her new home, referred to in army circles as the quarters she recalled the little party around the tea table, as the Sergeant Major and his wife over the cold plated meal recalled the disasters of successive officers before her. A funeral tea at her home corps would have been more appealing, at least there would be a decent spread, and conversation. Mrs Villers was quite plain speaking and firmly gave her a note of serious caution, no one would ever be like Captain & Mrs Pikestaff, they was wonderful, they really knew how to build us up, you have a lot to learn and live up to Captain. This simple but plucky title was even more pronounced in a rough Lancashire accent. As the tea continued the telephone rang several times, answered promptly by Sergeant Major, not even giving her a chance to rise to answer her own calls, but, without stating the
obvious, described her to the callers as if she were not there, using terms like, another slip of a girl, so young and at the extreme, poor lass she will have her work cut out Returning to the table, Sergeant Major, as it never been away, quiet forgot his manners, poured himself another cup of tea, to be sternly reprimanded by his wife. The conversation did once, alight on the previous officers, but, in reality it was so obvious that something had been seriously wrong. Mrs Villers was kinder than her husband, but, the tone said it all. Then, she turned to Sarah, asking lots of personal questions, family, appointments etc. Sarah candidly answered by batting questions back instead of answers to the dismay of Mrs Villers, who obviously thrived on officer gossip, Sarah knew the form, and bated well. Mrs Villers soon realised she was not going to glean any morsel of intrigue from this officer, and gave up. Sat in her new home amongst folk who seem to feel that they had been hard done too, by her appointment Sarah, felt a little apprehensive: but, a little arrow prayer in the bathroom while she freshened up for the Welcome meeting at the Citadel that evening, seemed to calm the nervousness. The warm glow as the small still inward call of obedience settled in her spirit; that glow over the years had been their every time she needed to dispel doubts or even confirm her obedience to her calling through the many times doubts had assailed. She was appointed and like it or lump it, they would find that she was the officer they needed: called and appointed by God! Meeting and Greeting The welcome meeting took place in the Citadel in Market Street in the centre of the town. Apparently, according to Mrs Villers not many would come as it was Thursday, most would come on Sunday to see if they like her. Still not daunted she arrived at the Citadel to be greeted on the doorstep by a little gathering of older folk in a mix of drib and drab uniforms and some young folk with tambourines. But Sarah knew from previous welcomes, even at a divisional level, new officers are often on parade, in that, most folk turn out to find out what they look like. But, also, for the new officer, its an even more opportune moment to perhaps register the temperature and meet the locals. Therefore, being on parade was necessary and unavoidable. The Sergeant Major ushered her quickly into the main hall, a few people were dotted about some in uniforms other not, onto to the platform and through a door at the back into a
side corridor behind the huge platform. It was dimly lit and in a matter of moments; found herself being ushered into a room: He smiled for the first time at this point and said, thats, your office Captain, if yaw can call it that I will leave you here a while and come back shortly. Soon enough she heard the sound of an out of tune band straining notes that even she could not recognise, chuckling to herself she though, o my lord what have I let myself into Sure enough the door flung open in walked the Sgt Major and another gentleman, smart in a uniform to match, he was obviously the bandmaster, as he had the white piped epaulettes. Bandmaster David Parsons had a real air of presence about him that, she could not put her finger quite on. He was tall slender, and had a small beard, piecing blue eyes and a head or mop of silver grey hair, neatly combed back. He took her firmly by the hand and said welcome, Captain Sarah Miles to your new appointment we are so pleased to have you here. Then a little portly gentleman stood in the doorway, she was, round faced, in her bonnet, a little grey hair, but a welcoming smile. David turned and introduced: this is Richard Jenkins, the Songster Leader, Dick, enthusiastically shook her hand firmly, I hope you will be very happy amongst us. Then a few moments later, the Treasurer, Margaret Roundtree, and Secretary Joy Jenkins had popped into the office and made themselves known. At last Sarah had some perspective on the people who helped run the corps. Sarah was taken quiet back by this twice over; it was the first really nice greeting she had had since arriving on the 2 o clock train and secondly, it was the first time she had heard her full name and title, several times in as few moments, with such firm but assuring tenacity since her commissioning day. It made the last few hours melt away in a moment and that warm inner glow just seemed to rise again confirming her in her new work. The Sgt Majors steel voice brought her back to reality with a bump its time for our prayers he said, and without further ado proceeded to pray. All she could remember was the pronounced Ammmennn. As if he was ensuring that he was heard to stop. A little bemused; the other local officers, who were trying not to laugh. The bandmaster winked at her and wryly said its time to get this show on the road the Sgt major Tom Villers, looked ashen at him: David had stolen his thunder, which appeared to matter. Then, without further interruption, Tom took Sarah by the arm and gestured her out of the room. She noticed that the bandmaster and other locals had moved swiftly out of her way disappearing somewhere ahead.
The citadel, was to all in tense and purposes a huge building with many secret routes about its space as she was to learn in time that she could literally pop up in most parts of the main hall as easily as she needed too. The route she followed with the Sgt Major took a straight route towards the noise of singing and the somewhat perfect noted band, a left turn it seemed to get louder, she though, because of the warren of corridors, dim lighting and high dark windows, that she was behind the platform, and about to enter at the rear of the platform, to walk down onto the platform. Noting earlier the fact that the platform was stepped and high she prepared to step through the doors onto the first back step which was as high as the balcony at the rear which seemed to come out towards the platform and veer off backwards. She could not be more wrong in her sense of direction! The corridor opened into a larger hall, it was only lit by the gentle lights from that streamed the street lighting. the Sgt Major walking swiftly, said in passing this is the Young Peoples (YP) Hall and the quickest route to the front of the main hall without going outside. Within a moment she found herself in the front porch, it was large and spacious, posters in colourful array on its walls a staircase to the left and right with a door underneath one of which she had just come through. The double doors behind her led directly onto the pavement in Market Street, which was wet from the fresh winter weather and stormy night that had started outside.
The Welcome Meeting The large wooden off white doors in front of her with glass panes that were partly frosted led directly into the main hall. The Sgt Major looked at his watch and said the Colours will be with us in a minute. Sure enough a burley uniformed man called Bert, came through the door with the corps flag ready to march her onto the platform. Bert Jones gentle smile and chatty nature, took the better of him, much to the annoyance of Tom. Welcome Captain, are you ready to meet your corps, were not a bad lot, we have a hall full tonight. Quite a few from other Churches, including the Vicar, his wife and the Catholic Priest o and that young chap from the Methodists Youll find us soldiers, very sociable, even though we are often poles apart, but, thats life. Tom glared at Bert, and he simply shut up. Sarah soon cottoned onto the fact and realised, something was not as it seemed, her instincts were never wrong. But, thought, no more about it.
Suddenly she was brought back to the moment in hand as the strains of the ailing band struck the familiar song Salvation is our Motto, and the noise of the rousing congregation raised her spirits. The double doors of the hall suddenly flung open and without breath, down the middle aisle of the hall she went behind the breeze of the colours. She w as proud to wear her uniform and marched behind that flag, its, simple pronouncement: Blood and Fire; clearly and simple spelt salvation for the whosever. The platform at the other end of the large main hall was huge, built to last in the days when bands and songsters crowned the stepped levels of its heights, and the officers sat just in front of its rostrum which would level any church pulpit for a preacher to stage any oratory that brought souls to Jesus Christ, and high on the wall, at the rear height of the platform, the largest army crest she had ever seen. The mercy seat that ran the whole length of the platform was roped off with ropes to signify its sanctity and spiritual placement in the army; she was pleased to at least see some reverence for the centre of penitent prayer in this barn of a building. Now finally seated in a high backed chair looking down from the platform she could see that the floor space, the balcony, the platform around her, was filled by a very large crowd of folk singing with gusto, the balcony had a few children looking carefully over its rampart towards the platform, playing tambourines with vigour with an older but energetic well build lady, clapping her hand with all her being. The band about forty in all, the songsters she guest about thirty or so, were thrillingly engaged in the playing and singing of the opening song; which certainly raised the volume across the large hall. She noticed in the right side of the congregation a group of three clerics. They must be the people Bert spoke of, I wonder she though, are these, the competition out to sound out the new girl in town. She had been used to being the only women minister in a town, and knew she would have some need to watch her step with the seasoned male fraternity. Nevertheless, she was appointed to Avondale, and she would do her best to serve its needs until she next had farewell orders, which she hoped would not be for sometime! Nevertheless, she now found herself being welcomed into her new appointment, a public service of installation under the leadership of her Corps Sergeant Major (CSM), in her new Citadel. Sitting in her chair on that huge platform, she surveyed the scene before her, a small band below the platform making an impressive noise or was it a tune, and a near full hall with smiling faces, all viewing their new Commanding Officer (CO). Would she be all they needed, would she soon feel at home and how soon could she begin to make those changes needed to bring back the life into the corps programme, before she gets marching orders again, something that every officer was accustom to, but, not always
welcomed. Would she be there, a year or a few years, no one knew, but God and the army, she then calmed her mind and soul and relaxed in the knowledge that her Lord had place her in this town and his agenda not hers would be the cutting and enlivening force that informed her conduct and ministry in this place. The reality was she could not know the answers, but, whatever path this new appointment took it would be under the guidance of the Holy Spirit. After much of the formalities, welcome from her senior local officers, the junior corps, the band piece and songsters piece; sections that seemed huge in comparison to any of her last appointments, she was finally given her time to speak. She greeted everyone and in her gentle Welsh accent she preached a simple but gentle sermon on Gods priceless Care. She made sure that the folk knew that she would be honest, reliable and able to try and support so her sermon had to be simple enough to show she cared. At the end of her sermon, she paid tribute to her predecessors, and thanked those who had made her feel so welcome in these first few hours of the new appointment. Following the sermon, she was now officially, the Commanding Officer (CO) of Avondale Citadel; in announcing the last song of the welcome meeting, O boundless Salvation she revealed that this song, her own choice that; summed up mission and zeal. Sarah went on to say that: Mission that is re-awakening in many corps and churches a new sense of revival. Therefore, from this evening, she committed herself to ensure that Avondale Citadel would catch the fire and be at the forefront of the Holy Spirits bidding. After a rousing sing; she brought the meeting to its end with prayer. As some in the congregation knelt at the mercy seat in re-dedication, for about half an hour, a gentleness fell over the congregation as the Holy Spirit ministered to the people. The Songsters gently took up the singing of choruses, as Sarah led the impromptu prayer meeting. No one could have planned this end to the welcome meeting. It sealed again Gods hand on the ministry of Sarah Miles, in this new and challenging appointment. Over tea with the fellowship after the service, she was greeted and welcomed by her own corps folk who seemed to be nice to all intense and purposes. The local civic dignitaries were pleasant enough, as were the local clergy, at least first impressions revealed. But, she could tell, there was an air of us and them, which in the growing ecumenical role the army was moving in, was no longer a feature or requirement for corps. She was because of her status a women in ministry, in such a large corps, still gave a few shock waves towards male counterparts in other denominations, who were not open to women in ministry. Unsure about the local clergy, though in passing seemed friendly enough, but appeared to be somewhat preoccupied with their own statuses. How more far from the
true of the reality could she be? One cleric was a women, neatly dressed no collar, older, but very part of the group of clergy present, so perhaps she was wrong? The Reverend Dolly Paxton, the congregational church minister, made herself known, and, ensured that Peter, Brian, Manny and Matthew; were introduced and as equally welcoming to Sarah as a fellow minister in the town. In time Sarah would learn that these new colleagues, were salt of the earth and colleagues that would be friends for life. But for now, she knew Gods plan was being fulfilled first and foremost by her obedience to His appointment.
CHAPTER 4 Best Foot Forward Friendly Anglicans The following morning sitting in her little sitting room, surrounded by her cases, tea chests and her trunk she thought about unpacking and getting some normality into her life. She was just about to go to the kitchen to boil the kettle when the sound of the door knocker being rapped resounded through the house, making her jump; she was not expecting any visitors, at least not so soon. However, she put her best smile on and when to the large wooded door. She opened it, and to her surprise, she was greeted by a tall dark haired big built man who was about middle aged and a little well rounded lady with a smile to melt all hearts. The Standforths the vicar and his wife whom she had met briefly last evening. Though you might, welcome a hand to get straight. She was so taken aback by this kindness, which she could only say, come in and thank you and would you like a coffee; which came out like a string.
They laughed and said yes please. Mable Stanforth, said we thought you might need support today. We found when we moved here two years ago, it takes an age to get straight. You being on your own in ministry must be very difficult, starting a new appointment and getting straight. Without, a week or two to settle in before you start. Peter then spoke up, we thought of you over our breakfast and thought as it was my day off, we would come and see if we could be helpful. Sarah was pleased to see them and offered her guests a coffee. The Stanforths spent the whole day with her moving furniture, polishing and generally getting straight. The surprise of the day came late. Mable popped out for a while leaving Peter to talk to Sarah. You know you have a difficult corps to minister to dont you, he said. The last officers requested their move, as they could not cope with the constant field of battle. Now listen, if you need a shoulder to cry on or moan on, I know what a difficult parish can do to a good cleric. Sometimes it helps to get things in perspective. You will find all your local clergy colleagues most caring and helpful and, keen to work with each other. You met all of us last night, apart from the Pentecostals who prefer to stay in on themselves, Thank you Peter, she said, thats so appreciated. She then asked Peter about the town, what, was it like as a place. Very friendly caring place, he replied; People are very chatty, easy going in the main, although we do have the few odd ball, if we didnt we would be a strange place they laughed at that comment. But on the whole, we have found it a really nice experience moving from a rural parish to an urban one, better than we thought! Mable returned with two of her large pies, baked these yesterday, I hope you like meat and potatoes and apple to follow. O yes said, Sarah. They sat at the large wooden kitchen table. Peter said grace and they enjoyed a meal together. The first of many that, they would enjoy in the future. After washing up the Standforths left Sarah to her evening. It was eight o clock and she was quite tired. But, as she looked about her quarters she could see everything that said, home and she settled back into her army chair and thanked God for his provision that day, that first full day in her new appointment. At least she had been relieved to know that the public house ministry would be covered that evening, as bandmaster and the other heralds, were able to manage without her that night. However, pubs would be a ministry she would engage in soon enough, let alone, continue, as in previous appointments she was on her own in this work. But in Avondale there, appeared to be a healthy team of workers.
Busy First Saturday The following morning and according to army custom, she was up dressed in her working uniform and house proud by 9am. She thought about the day. It was Saturday, tomorrow was her first Sunday and she wanted to make an impact, at least start too. She had two sermons to finish both in notes on her dining table, unpacked from her brief case yesterday and a meeting plan to complete. She was still unsure of what songs to put in the meeting plan and what musical accompaniment would be available. Would she have a band at the 11am Holiness meeting, pianist, or what? She knew that a full band played at the evening 6:30pm Salvation meeting, but, would the Songsters sing at both meetings? What about the Singing Company (Juniors). Unsure, she gave the Bandmaster a call. He was only too pleased to hear her voice. He soon reassured her that the band would be up to playing at both the meetings and with the exception that they would play the first song at the holiness meeting and then sit in the congregation for the rest of that meeting Which would enable them to enjoy the holiness meeting content and, that the pianist, (Mable Cross), would play for the rest of that meeting. And yes, the Singing Company would sing one piece as well as the Songster Brigade. At both meetings the songsters would sing under the leaders direction. They discussed the songs and the pieces being sung by the songsters and both felt God had his hand on the meeting. Sarah also told him that as the day had a packed programme, she would not go to the morning open air with the band and some of the songsters, but spend it in the YP meeting, as they also needed to know the new CO. A splendid idea, said, the bandmaster, you cant split yourself into two, they laughed at that. But, it would be easier for you to come to the evening open air prior to the Salvation Meeting, as its nearer the citadel, and you wont have to rush to be ready for the meeting. So the solved problem of being seen in the YP corps and open air was solved. He left Sarah feeling very positive indeed. She then gave the Young Peoples Sergeant Major (YPSM) a call, just to check if she was needed in any part of the YP meetings, one at 10am and one at 2.45pm. Doreen Williams was also very helpful. A cheery lady in her fifties, married to an accountant who did not attend the corps. Doreen said that she would introduce her to the Juniors, at both meetings as some did not attend both the directory class in the morning and the juniors in the afternoon, Again, Sarah had a positive conversation with another local officer and Sarah was able to clearly establish the format for Sundays which oddly was not dissimilar to that of her home corps in Wales!
A prayer meeting, open air or directory, holiness meeting, then the afternoon juniors, another open air and the salvation meeting. Then she also realised, she was meeting the older youth (if you can label them that), of the corps at Doreens for the weekly Youth Crush. As she was in the upper age limit of the group, 30 something she would fit in, but, again, as CO she could only be the CO, not simply Sarah. She had an early lunch over the reading of the corps report left by her predecessors: Brigadier Ron & Mrs Mary Jones. This important document did not give much away and was only basic, as if completed in a hurry, but, it did give food for thought! The Jones were in there last years of officership and moreover, that rank was in the process of being phased out. In the future, unless you were destined for higher office, ranking would stop at Major. Route Map to the Citadel She had decided that as in her previous appointments, that the best way to tackle familiarising herself with the corps was to would be to spend her Saturday afternoon finding her way down to the citadel, where she could at least try to familiarise herself with the lay of the land; especially getting use to that huge bunch of keys; she had only had one at the other appointment; it seemed like she had 101 here! This direct approach, as in previous appointments, could get her lost, or as she hoped, bang on target. So bonnet on head and coat on she picked up the huge bunch of hall keys from the hallstand ready to marched out of the front door. But just as she opened her front door, the phone went. It was Sgt Major. Before she could say, Salvation Army, he was off. What are you calling the bandmaster and the YPSM concerning Sunday meetings, if you need to know anything its me you call, and I tell em! Sarah, felt quiet taken aback. She half apologised and then, changed her mind in mid stream. Thanked him for his concerns and said simply they would have a first local officers meeting soon and such matters could be aired at that time. She thought to herself, well its only my first days in the appointment, and already I can see a problem looming! The direct approach, made another impact, it silenced her annoyed CSM, which cant be a bad thing, her appeared to be something of a controller, and it also showed that Sarah could put her foot down when she needed too. Funny she thought; its not always going around the houses, that, solves problems, a direct no nonsense approach is often best in starting as you mean to go on. Now, a more pressing problem loomed, how to find the shortest route to the citadel. If she did not master this, she might be late for her first Sunday, and that would never do!
She knew the hall was on Market Street and so she headed out of the quarters, in Hillside, and turned down Hill Street toward the town. The walk into the town took about half an hour. On her route she noted, landmarks that would help her get back to the quarters. In time she would have a car, which her parents would maintain for her, but until next month when it arrived, she would have to walk on Sundays and catch the bus on weekdays. At least the quarters being just off a main road, had ample bus stops. St Crispins the huge Roman Catholic Church was at the junction of Hill Street and Williams Road, its huge steeple high above the street. The Jolly Tavern Public House halfway along Williams Street. And the row after row of neat and tidy shops that led down to the high street. Now at last, a flat walk that she was able to manage with ease. High Street was so busy for a Saturday, lots of shoppers busy about, she noted Marks & Spencer; Liptons; Littlewoods and Boots all part of the high street foray of large department stores. People seemed friendly, some even acknowledging her. This was nice she thought. Still a little lost, feeling like a fish out of water, but, that in her experience would go once she had settled in. She arrived at the market buildings. A large Victorian building with stained glass and large pillars at its entrance; she went just beyond the entrance and noticed a sign pointing the way to the Salvation Army Citadel. That was down the street that tracked the side of the market building. She turned into what she now new was Market Street and sure enough she could see the large brick Citadel about halfway along its length. The hall faced a row of small shops and it was obvious that the rear faced the car park they had parked in last evening. She stood outside her new building and looked at it closely. Its castellated frontage; with; The Salvation Army chiselled out in the brick work; poorly painted and peeling. Large windows; two double doors, either end of the building both with peeling paintwork. The hall was massive in comparison to her previous appointments. It was a typical Victorian design, following William Booths design of building in the early years. The building was dated circa 1898. She thought to herself, how; on earth can we really expect folk to be attracted to this building with its faded glory? Prime location, but poor image, she thought! She took the large bunch of keys out of her pocket, not even sure which one fitted the doors. After several attempts she found the right key, one of three large door keys on the bunch. She was a little annoyed as last evening all she was given was the keys and no guidance that the door when opened was very heavy to pull outward. Nevertheless, she was now inside the citadel; she slammed the door towards her, and relocked herself safely inside.
Navigational Skills, are Needed The vestibule was cold, smelt damp and very dark, it looked as if the windows, hall table, and carpet had not been cleaned for months; perhaps this was an oversight! The notice board was full of posters, many of which were out of date. Some even faded there was even an overspill onto the walls either side. The two doors either side of the notice board led into the main hall, and in both ends of the vestibule, was staircases to the balcony area. Male and Female toilets were at either side of the vestibule. Sarah took herself up the flight of stairs on the right, out she came onto a balcony that had forms along the top row, and like an old cinema all the seating steeped forward to a central sweeping balcony wall, over looking the platform. It was at least bright as at that height the large citadel windows did justice to the wonderful space with bright natural light across the whole area. She looked down and the platform seemed to be meeting the height of the balcony, the stepped platform a picture of a bygone age. She noticed for the first time the huge army crest painted into the wall behind the platform, a little faded and two flags in each corner by the doors off at its highest points. But what was more striking was the rostrum, a bold and long, with a reading desk in the middle; plenty of pacing space she thought, she like to pace when she preached, it kept her flow and salved her nerves. Newer flags were positioned heavenward at each end of the platform, near steps that led from the floor space to the platform, between which, a large mercy seat, ran the full length. Being a captain of some seasoned years now, she was really finding her confidence and flair at preaching. Her last corps, had a small hall, cosy by comparison, this was an army cathedral; she chuckled to herself, could not imagine the army with a cathedral! Nevertheless, this citadel of a bygone age was indeed a cathedral of salvation. But what really stirred her heart was the huge mercy seat at the foot of the platform, in parts it seemed warn, the carpet sad and faded in places, but the Jesus Saves motto written across its form, was a real testimony to the bygone age, of going for souls and going for the worst, as William Booth had clearly stated all those years ago. The true reason for Sarah being in this place a clear acceptance of Gods call to be a minister to the whosoever; moreover, this citadel might be dated, but, its real sense of holiness and prayer could be felt as you walked within its walls. The real challenge that lay ahead, as Sarah knew, wasnt buildings that needed saving, although her citadel might! But, people, yes she thought people. Ideas, poured into her head about how this monolithic
building in the very heart of the town could really serve its people better. She could feel the power of God, within the faded fabric, as if calling and yet, settling on her. She sat for a moment on the balcony, as if empowered to do so, all the doubts, melted as she felt the Holy Spirit, gently stir in her spirit. In that moment, she felt a peace that would be a constant presence within her heart, that gentle answer to her unspoken questions regarding this rather complex appointment was simply yes, she was in the right appointment at the appointed time. She rose from that what seemed an age in prayer, perfectly restored and refreshed. She decided to go to her office, or at least try to find it again. Back down the stairs into the vestibule through the double doors into the floor of main hall, taking not a lot of notice, she went through the seating area, and up onto the platform, it was stepped in the old fashion manner, for a large band and songster brigade; those where the days, she thought. But, in hindsight she thought, but, we do have a large band and songsters, perhaps not as large as in days gone, but, in army comparison, large enough! She went though one of the two doors at the back of the platform, and into a corridor, she found a light switch, which brought light from one bare light bulb, the other had given up the ghost. She notices four doors on her left, and two at each end on her right, and one facing her directly. So she when into the first door on the left, it was an office or sorts, but so untidy, a large window overlooked the market place, the net curtains had faded and where very much in need of a good wash. She couldnt believe that the last evening she did not notice this before the welcome meeting! Going back, out of the office, and into the next room, it was full of musically instruments, some on the floor, the large table and well music books on chairs, the window sill and even the floor, a door off led to a urinal area, which really was the worst for wear, with the usual lavatory room off. Not exactly tidy for a band of some note! But, in reality, the citadel or at least the major parts she had been through were far from what she perceived as being clean and tidy! Out she went, her temper, was usually mild but she was becoming more angry as she moved down the corridor to the next room, a little room fairly tidy with again music and coat hooks on the wall, obviously the songster room, a door off it led to the toilet. Last room, a small very dated kitchen, but, wow, was it so poorly kept. She opened the fridge and to her relief she found some milk. On went the ancient Gas cooker range, the kettle settled on a burner, at least she could have a hot drink to warm her up, and sooth her mood. She found the tea bags in a cupboard marked Home League she picked up a tray, a cup, saucer and a small teapot and prepared herself a hot drink. She walked back to her office with the tray in hand,
propped herself on the most comfortable chair and sat for a moment while the tea brewed. She poured herself a cup of tea, added the milk, and sipped the hot brew, as she thought about the citadel fabric. She took her tray back to the kitchen, and washed up and put all the things away. She then came out of kitchen and opened the door on the right, it took her into a lovely little room, cosy, small tables and chairs, welcoming with childrens pictures, drawings and notices on the wall, fuzzy felt puzzles, craft materials and a sand tray. It was so tidy in comparison to the main building, she though her primary team must be very conscience of their work. Going through the second door out of the room, she was faced with a larger hall, Rows of forms, not chairs, with no backs to them. A little platform at the front with its little crest above, not too high a step height in fact; and the little mercy seat with Jesus loves Me written on its form. The windows that were only on one side of the room were bright, clean and light streaming in, and on the other, a well placed series of notices for Junior Soldiers, Singing Company and the YP Club. Two doors led out of the room on She went to the door on the right, which she found took her back onto the main hall platform, looking down on the rostrum and congregation. But this was only part of the huge citadel building, which seemed to just have no ending, a warren of corridors and rooms! She walked across the platform top which was quiet steep indeed. It reminded her of one particular citadel in South Wales, where the platform has a similar slope. Going back in through the door that led to her office and nearby rooms, she noticed a door at the far end of the corridor. She opened the door, which took her onto another downward staircase. That turned right, it was quiet wide, and lit by natural light windows, which followed downwards, but they like much of the citadel were far from clean. It took her down into a large room, which was again as large as the YP hall, but was full of old clothes, junk and much rubbish, which was damp and well, smelt stale. The room obviously went under the main hall or at least the platform, as the ceiling slopped, it was pleasantly lit by good natural light, from highly placed windows, too high to reach or even clean. But, as she had lost her sense of direction, where on earth was she in relation to the building plan? It was obvious a room that had not been used for some considerable time. She found that the room also had the boiler room off it, with a huge dated monster of a boiler in one corner, and a door that led to a loo that had seen better days, what a relief she though that the loos were in the band and songster rooms. And, her lavatory was off her own office.
At each end of the wall with the windows were two double doors. She went through one and found she was in a small vestibule. In front of her was another set of double doors with push bar operation. She could not resist in giving them ago, a hard push and a creak she had it open, and to her amazement she was facing not just the car park, but the side of the small town hall. She looked along the length of the building and saw that the other door opened to the corner of the street, which was high street. So the citadel was well placed. Stepping outside, she moved a distance away from the Citadel and looked up. She now realised that the building had a two levels, and that the YP part of the building had windows into the High Street and Upper Market Street. While the front of the hall stood on Lower Market Street. She now realised that her building was indeed in a prime location. Back in her office, she thought about the huge citadel building that she now had charge over, what a responsibility. Where could she start? She was most definite that she was not going to be the hall keeper as well as the CO. Her predecessor did say that he often cleaned the building and put the heating on some Saturday evenings. Sarah, did not mind rolling her sleeves up with anyone else, but was not prepared to do so solo, after all the corps did boast over a hundred active soldiers. Moreover, why was, the corps buildings so weather worn, the finances were in excellent order, and moreover, why was it wasting the use of such a wonderful lower hall with great access to the town centre? What potential for outreach. She revelled in challenges, and it appeared even in these early days, this appointment was going to be one huge challenge. She found her way out of the citadel, locking the door, she soon found herself walking up to the door of the quarters, preoccupied with thoughts about the corps the walk seemed much faster and poignant. Start as you mean to go on Sitting in her armchair by the fire, the welcome meeting played over in her head and specifically how the Sgt Major had told the congregation to be grateful that they had an officer again even though it was a single Captain (they had not had captains or singles for some years). She could now see why her predecessors, had been glad to farewell, having spent two years, and had gone over to Red Shield. But, never mind, God knows what he is doing, Im in his hands, and the future is his too. Even the careful, guidance of her new DC Brigadier Maxwell Dodd and his wife Polly could not prepare her for this appointment, or his wifes wise words, start as you mean to go on, be the officer, not the second in command, put your foot down at the start, we have faith
in you, you come to this corps as a welcome change, many problems, many heartaches, much to do. But we know you can do it. As a single, we know it can be hard in such an appointment, but, remember you are not alone in this, do, make a point of keeping in touch with us. In due course, they would visit her, but in the meantime, they just reassured her of their commitment to her pastoral care. She took no time in preparing a first to do list, first things first, the citadel needed cleaning, overhauling and painting. This she would raise at her first local officers meeting. But for now, she needed to establish her footing as the CO. But, she couldnt help thinking that, with this done, the citadel could be a real place of worship and outreach, but again, time would tell. But, as doubts clouded her mind; she arrow prayed, I dont want a short appointment, here today, done tomorrow, moved away. She thought of her friend Jill Jones, all she has done since college is move appointments, four in the last three years. Dismissing this pallor of doubt, she stirred her tea and returned to her evenings work. Quiet Moments Saturday evening, it was six o clock, she had done all her meeting prep, her best uniform was hanging ready for duty, no pressing paperwork and so a relaxing evening lay ahead. Or, at least she thought! Being a stickler for getting things done, she could not help herself in thinking about conversations over the last few days, some of which had been so poignant others so dismissive. Then perhaps she should have a look at the corps books. She was not a person to sit idle for long, and perhaps an hour would help in familiarising herself. It might even help Sunday, she thought! She could still not dismiss the words of Peter Standforth that echoed in her mind, about her predecessors: they were glad to go. So really could she expect a lot of support here, or not? So far, her local officers seemed welcoming, she had had a lot of welcome phone calls, cards and flowers, but, what lay beneath the surface of the corps, intrigued her. Her predecessors, Brigadier & Mrs Jones, they had gone on to a Red Shield appointment while Mrs Johns recovering from what seemed a series of illness. She knew the army was kind and caring towards its officers, especially those who had had a difficult period of officership. So, perhaps that was it! Or was something else pressing, even her DCs gave a sort of coded warning: start as you mean to go on, said Mrs Brigadier Dodds. But, she thought perhaps they were simply being kind, as this is a large corps for someone of my experience, and a lot of trust is being placed in my abilities, perhaps thats it, nothing negative at all!
On her desk lay the yet unopened corps books: finances, soldiers rolls and the history books. Well, her evening was now set, a gentle plough through the records might set her mind at rest, or at least give her some food for thought and perhaps even, a hint at the direction she should take the corps forward. What was its mission, and more so, where was its? Nothing like a good dose of reality to stave off those devilish gremlins of doubt! She had learnt from her last two appointments, how important it was to set the tone of her command from the beginning, her DCs had reinforced this and her heart was set on ensuring that her mission would be a clear and careful strategy, of simply listening and acting, on what the Holy Spirit needed her to do. Ultimately, she could be here a year, or a lot longer, but, most sincerely, she knew God had an overall plan of action for Avondale that; was still to be discovered. And, come what may, she, as a women of strong convictions, forged in the holiness of the movement she was dyed in, and brought out in her love for souls and more often, her go get attitude for the worst. She must have inherited this trait from her mother, who as a former officer, and now a CSM in her home corps was still as formidable as ever. Before opening the many volumes on her dining table, she prayed for guidance to see a picture that would guide her mission strategy for Avondale Corps. Early days she knew, but, a forward plan was vital. She was meticulous on ensuring that her time at a corps was well planned, although she knew that others simply drifted into and out of an appointment. She wanted the best for the corps and moreover, a well executed career path that reflected her achievements. The soldiers roll showed one hundred and twenty three active soldiers that were, perhaps over estimated, but this could be adjusted in due course. The finances of the corps were in extremely good condition, and appeared to have been managed very well in the last few years. Turning to the history books, over the last five years, the corps had welcomed four officers excluding herself was this a sign of something? The corps had had no special events or special speakers lead meetings for some years except those from DHQ. The band and songsters had been on some frequent visits to unofficered corps and local events. Ecumenical events had been attended only by the officers, and support for DHQ events had been infrequent. No new local officers had been appointed in recent years, the last being Bandmaster and the treasurer. The fabric of the citadel had not been decorated for over ten years, and the heating system was over twenty years old, which explained in the finances for the payment of constant plumbers bills.
Well she thought. Once I get this month out of the way, on the ground fact finding things are going to change for the better. Now I can see why the DC said start as you mean to go on. We cant get our mission right unless we get our fabric, people and message right. It appeared that the corps has suffered a dose of spiritual inertia, and that would never do, for a corps she was commanding. But she could be completed off in her diagnosis after all, she was basing her facts on papers, not actual happenings, although some aspects of recent days were off, to a slight degree or so. But, it could be simply settlement; many corps go through this when a new CO comes, dont they? Therefore, before making informed judgements, she should take the time to see how the corps works, after all a larger corps may do things much differently. Fact finding, knowing her people would be her first months goal. Then she could make a clearly informed and factual judgement. It was now 9.30pm, so she made a phone call to Tom Villers, just to ensure that he was fully aware of her arrangements for Sunday. Tom was somewhat argumentative from the moment he spoke. Before she Sarah could go over the plan for the day, he clearly began by telling her off for speaking to the bandmaster (BM) and Young Peoples Sergeant Major (YPSM) it was his job to tell them what the CO wanted. Sarah listened carefully to the what appeared to be his reasoning; then calmly found herself half apologising but, then, stopped in mid flow by Tom, who simply told her the way things are done in Avondale. Sarah, calm as ever, simply told him that she preferred to speak directly to her locals, thus avoiding any misinformation or problems and as necessary. He became, more friendly, changing the subject to the general matter of settling in. Amicably they briefly discussed one or two pressing issues then Sarah reminded him that she was one officer, and could not plan to be at every conceivable meeting on a Sunday, but overtime, each section and meeting could be assured of her attendance. Very sensible; came the reply from Tom. At last Sarah thought she had made some breakthrough, but only time would tell. Tomorrow would be a very busy day, a hot bath, a time of quiet in prayer and bible study and then a good nights rest. That was the order for closing such a busy day.
CHAPTER 5
Turbulence First Sunday, an Argument! A bright summer morning, in full uniform, Sarah arrived at the Citadel, at 9.30am to be greeted by a small group of bandsmen, young people all getting ready for their various activities. She had decided that she would spend the morning in the Junior Corps, at the Directory Class, and that her attendance at the open air meetings could wait until the evening. Doreen the Young Peoples Sergeant Major (YPSM), was busy getting the YP hall ready for the meeting, children and workers coming in, to what seemed like a large meeting, at least 40 children and ten workers. This was a good start she thought! Sarah, simply sat with the worker, registering each child in the register and stamped there star cards, the little pocket size book that provided, prayers, and supporting material for the Juniors. She noted that the corps had 25 Junior Soldiers of mixed age all wearing uniform. But, as she was the new CO, she was going to observe and not be a full part of the meeting. Suddenly the door flung open. Tom Villers trombone in hand, standing in the doorway, called across a packed hall of young people; Captain, are ya coming to the open air?. Sarah said nothing, simply rising from her seat, walked to the door. Sgt Major about to speak, but stopped abruptly, as Sarah met him in the doorway. Closing the door behind her, she stood next to him in the corridor, and said: before you say another word, remember who I am, you dont speak to me across a meeting or in such tones. He looked shocked that Sarah stood up to him, But, you should be at the open air thats your place. All officers go to the open air meetings. Sarah simply looked at him, then told him in no uncertain terms and in a much gentler tone last evening we discussed my role in some details, as I prefer to conduct it; you clearly realised that as a single officer, I cannot be at every meeting or in two places at once, therefore, for this morning, I am meeting the Junior Corps. Sergeant Major, I must return to the YP meeting, enjoy your open air; at that point, leaving him in the corridor, with no reason to doubt Sarahs authority, as she re-entered the YP hall. Tom was seething, being sort of, told off by a CO, and a young women too. No single women had commanded Avondale, and this first stir of female authority was certainly hard for Tom to take; would he get use to it, time would tell. His problem lay in the simple fact, that over the years many COs realising his abilities, left him to his own devices and fell in with the status quo, after all, Tom thought, well we have always been a married officer corps, and, we should do things as we have
always done things, how could one officer make so much difference? After all, its only one officer less; It should be, easier! No family to worry about, no responsibilities only themselves and the corps and of course the corps more much important! No, he was the CSM, and, in-charge, how dare she tell him how its done, he had steered the corps over three decades, through successions of officers, and he was still here, so she better look out, he was not going to take this difference in style of command and in any case, officers come and go, but the corps remains, the status quo has been good for generations, why should it change now? He met the rest of the band on the front porch of the citadel, and announced that the CO was not coming and that he had never had this happen in twenty years, first Sunday, all open airs. But, as he glanced at Bandmaster, bandmaster, simply said: I knew she wasnt coming yesterday, so why all the fuss, she is the CO, and she can please herself where she goes, she is one person, not two, and she must spend her time at the Lords bidding where she pleases. Sgt Major, red with anger, his little conclave around him, said well, she will learn who runs this corps. David, the Bandmaster, simply rolled his eyes skywards as it saying, here we go again. But, knowing from his first conversation with Sarah, something different was about this officer, he could not put his finger quiet on it, but, knew, Gods had was firmly on the CO and that is all that mattered. Right said David, Park Street, I will see you all there in five minutes and he got into his car and sped off towards the higher end of town.
O Lord What a Morning The YP Hall was buzzing with activities. Classes were underway, six in all, over different age groups. Sarah had joined the youth class, with Doreen, and was listing to Doreen, explain the Doctrines, which were part of that mornings lessons. Sarah slipped out of the group and popped into each group as the morning session continued. She could not help but be pleased to see a confident group of leaders (Company Guards) leading each little group. Finally she popped her head into the primary class, the under fives, and sure enough that cosy little room she encountered the day before, was humming with little ones, learning bible stories with fuzzy felts, Auntie Joan, a round larger than life figure was jollying the little ones along in learning. Sarah could not help herself to be proud of the fact that the YP corps was a hive of activities.
The Holiness Meeting was a pleasant surprise as the lower floor of the main hall was full. Sarah was certainly not use to such a large congregation for a morning meeting, let alone with all the participating sections! Nevertheless, it was a pleasure to preach and teach in such an atmosphere of anticipation. However, the only problem during the whole meeting was Toms reference to her not attending the morning open air in his announcements of the forthcoming events. Sarah realised that for some reason her gentle approach to the problem had fallen on deaf ears. At the rear of the main hall, Sarah was able to speak and greet many of her new spiritual family most of who were friendly, and very complementary of her morning meeting. However, Sarah had learnt from a very early age that praise was not something to treasure, as the real glory belonged to God Himself. At the front of the hall, Sarah notices, a small group gathered around Tom and Vi Villers, was this something to worry over, or note? She decided, that it was neither and dismissed it. Pete, the Junior Band Leader, tapped her on the shoulder. I know you dont drive, and the quarters, is on my way, would you like a lift home? Sarah, thanked him, and accepted his kind offer. In the car, Pete asked her, how she found Avondale? Sarah, not too sure of who was who, kept her comments courteous but carefully framed. She did not want to find herself in hot water. In fact keeping her counsel was always a prime objective. Nevertheless, Pete did offer some carefully advice. I have been in the corps here for ten years after moving here five years ago to be near work its friendly enough, but, not without its problems or authorities. Sarahs response was a few ums and nothing more. Soon at the quarters, Pete said he would pick her up for Juniors if she would like a lift and of course, Sarah was grateful for the thoughtful action and accepted graciously. Back in the quarters; Sarah looked at the clock in the hall and realised she would have about two hours before Pete picked her up, for Juniors she quickly changed and sat down to eat her prepared lunch. In no time at all Pete was at the door and she was off to the juniors. Cherishing Children Again the YP hall was buzzing with activities, at least 60 children of various ages. It was good to see an YP band of 14 play and the singing company of twenty both groups smartly presented in the uniforms. Doreen, gave Sarah a warm welcome and asked her to lead the opening prayers, then tell the children something about herself. Sarah enjoyed this experience as children had not been a large experience in her officership to date. Soon it was time to leave again. But, this time
Sarah had prepared to stay at the Citadel, and she also found out she was not the only one to do so. She soon found herself around the kitchen table with, most of the YP workers. They enjoyed an hour of fellowship, in which yet again, some coded messages came through the conversation, about corps matters. She did her best to remain silent and listen at times this was difficult, because the conversation was not always wholesome. Nevertheless, she was able to ensure that it was soon realised, by all, that she was not, and, never would no respecter of gossips, and would remain impartial as possible. It was soon time for the open air meeting, as clearing away began, bandsmen and songsters were appearing in the corridor. The open air was only a short walk from the hall and so, it was attended by the full band and most of the songsters. The meeting was typical army and attracted a crowd of observers, and Sarah, was able to leave the ring and chat as the meeting progressed. However, it was noted, that this was not something usually done, as a couple of frowns from some songsters. But, this was Sarah, her mission was to the town not just the corps, and so she would not let this God given opportunity to pass, in meeting people. Evening Gospel The evening Salvation meeting was better attended than the holiness meeting, even the balcony was full and that surprised Sarah. The typical army style of salvation preaching was Sarahs forte and she had as always prepared well. The meeting was full of life, and more over, the attendance by some at the mercy seat, at the appeal, set the seal on the day. Sarah, however, noted that even though this had been a good meeting, again, Tom, had made some comments during the announcements that were not announcements, and during the testimony period, one or two had made odd reference to women in ministry, which appeared to Sarah as being somewhat off key. But, Sarah was having none of this devilish antics in her ear. She had had a successful first Sundays meetings and that was a triumph for the Lord and nothing could dismiss her joy and commitment to her beginning ministry in Avondale. At the door of the citadel, Sarah shook hands with many folk she had not even met earlier. Good and favourable comments were made, nice to have you with us; you dont mince your words when you preach, God is certainly using you and many more she could not recall. But, again, outside on the pavement, a small group including the Villers gathered, and then dispersed into the night air. Sarah went back into the hall and was greeted almost
immediately by Josie, one of the teenagers, hiya, Captain, you are joining us for youth crush, arent you? Sarah, smiled and said yes I am. Soon a group of about twenty were sat around the large table in the YP hall. A large teapot on the table and, mugs ready to receive the hot welcoming tea and a large plate of cake and, biscuits readily being passed around the group of smiling faces. Pete doubled up as the youth crush leader. He and the older youth who were more twenty something had maintained this group for some two years, despite setbacks from others. Conspiracy theories, as Pete had intimated earlier, were a force to be encountered by the twenty somethings in pockets of the corps; and he was said to think the youth were seen in this light. But, this hadnt stopped them from engaging and building a sound youth group. That evening said Pete, was an informal time to welcome Captain Miles and for her to know more about her youth. Sarah was able to chat freely with the group and answer any questions. Sarah was pleased to see find out that healthy enquiring minds were encouraged, and that the group leaders, were extremely caring to the group, encouraging them to discuss problems, or seek there help when in difficulties. Sarah also realised that, over recent years, the group had not had the support of the whole corps. Comments she heard were not always favourable, but, she was not going to let any gossip cloud her judgement at this early stage of command. That evening sat in her bed, she spent some time, even though she was quiet tired after a heavy Sundays duties; pondering over some of the conversations during her day. In particular, she had some concern; which perhaps would manifest into problems in the future, but as she had some idea about them, she was not going to worry unduly. It had been a really lovely day, Gods glory had shone through all efforts that day, and that was another poignant confirmation of His ever near presence in her ministry. Avondale was now officially her patch and well, despite a couple of thorns in the day, she really enjoyed it, long may it continue she thought, but, experience had taught her, dont rely on that adage, as things always change, often with the least of notice. Sleep, my girl she said curtly to herself busy day tomorrow and promptly put the lamp out, settling down for a much earned sleep.
CHAPTER 6 Listening, but, not really learning! Pubs, Outreach & Councils
Weeks had flown by, and in fact Sarah was now four months into her command and to all intense and purpose really enjoying the challenges that a large perhaps even cumbersome corps can bring. However, busy as she now was, she still found time to speak and be part of the work of other churches, charities and public duties that fall into the remit of a minister of religion. Avondale was not without its share of social problems. Moreover, Sarah found that despite having a large corps, its social outreach and ecumenical presence was seriously lacking. In fact to be truthful, it was near nothing in comparison to other similar size corps. This saddened her, as she was keen on social outreach and really relished ensuring that the formative years of the army were clearly engaging people today. Sarah had notice that when going around the public houses with her small team of paper sellers, she was struck by the genuine heart of the supporters, but many were under the misrepresentation that the army was still the same army that gave hot drinks to frontline troops, and hostel places to those in need all supported through the paper selling. She like her colleagues where fully aware that only a portion of this vital income was used in this manner and that the army had to rely on the annual appeal, and other stages in the army year to boost income; that could address social need nationally. But, surely, she thought, we as a corps could do something more visual locally, perhaps even in partnership with other churches, showing that Christian values are not just held they are visual, active and available to whosoever, right in the heart of Avondale. Now that a thought! We all have Victorian buildings that were built for a bygone age, an age that endured religious piety and in some part, philanthropy. Perhaps its now time to consider how we use our physical resources to Gods advantage in the present age. Having attended some weeks earlier the divisional officers councils, she was enthused by the number of officers who like her was caught up in the turbulence of just knowing God was asking more of them and more of their corps to serve the present age. This confirmation came clearly through in the testimonies of her colleagues, the prayer sessions and the depth of holiness and conviction that resulted in many refreshed commitments.
Ministers Matters
On return to Avondale, Sarah was able to speak shortly after at the Avondale Ministers Fraternal, and in doing so, she found that it was not only the army officers that were feeling the gentle creation of turbulence by the Holy Spirit. Peter the Vicar noted how his recent meeting with the Bishop and some colleagues about diocesan social action, had been like a melting pot of ideas; Brian the local Priest had been on retreat, something he did every year, alone, and had found a profound depth of sense of Gods holiness; Matt the Methodist Minister had been speaking with his Circuit group and it was thought that time was right for something different, he expressed an uneasiness, as if God was pushing them out of the comfort zone. Finally, Dolly the Congregational Minister, as plain speaking as ever, revealed how over a series of profound dreams, she had seen a gentle wind blowing over the town, and concentrating over each of the churches; now she could reveal that that dream series had begun over five year ago, and only now did she realise that each of them were blown into Avondale for the present time. Oddly none of them had been in the town more than three years, except Dolly, who had been brought up there! They had all looked at each other and realised that God, had planned so much for each of them in bringing them to Avondale. Therefore, Brian as ever, said: lets pray for Avondale, and promise God we will listen as His Spirit moves in our work. After the meeting, each went away with a refreshed sense of purpose. Not knowing what or how, but that a purpose was enough to be going on with. Wonderfully Needed! Sarah could not help but marvel at how God, mysterious ways had created this lesson for our time and in doing so, we simply could only listen to what the Spirit is saying to the Churches in Avondale. Moreover, how during this current decade, togetherness in faith seems to be the unifying agenda across most of the main denominations. She knew most clearly that, Avondale although a giving corps, could do much more hands on itself. To rely on the fact that others in the army were frontline operational because of their giving was one thing, but, in reality, was it not the duty of a large corps to have an outreach programme beyond evangelistic endeavours what about, heart to God, hand to man, the armys frontline motto? Sarahs train of thought was broken in an instant by the doorbell. She stirred herself, to answer the door It was the Peter Stanforth, the Vicar and, Mathew Jones the Methodist Minister, Sarah, said Peter, so glad your home, we both need to speak to you. So she invited them in. Sitting in the huge kitchen, around the table, mugs of coffee in hand, Matt explained
that they had both been so blessed by the fraternity meeting, and that the realisation about working together ecumenically was something to inspire them and their congregations. But why the urgency to speak to me, she thought? Well said Peter, you see we need to show our communities that we can work together, so often, their has been such denominational turf wars in this town, that it has seen relationships fail, and it has become more and more difficult for each of our Churches to come together for anything. Peter interjected: Dolly, is conducting a funeral this afternoon and cant be with us, she has firsthand knowledge of the former and could enlighten us to the difficulties that occurred in order that we dont fall into the same sticking areas. Sarah and Matt nodded in agreement. But what about Brian and Manny said Matt, O they are really keen too, said Peter, Manny has kept his nose out of ecumenical matters for some time now, as the last time he tried to involve his Baptists, ... well lets not go there said Sarah firmly, thats water under the bridge. Peter, still pushing the conversation further:, I often wonder why ministers are appointed to places where congregations are of the opinion of clergy as property, or worst still kill or cure. He went on: Brian is fine with things but, he has more cumbersome processes in his Church than we do, but, he will involve himself as much as he is able. Sarah could not help herself, Peter, she said sternly: that comment, is awful, we are called to be ministers and perhaps yes sometimes a congregation can cause havoc and discord, but, it is our role to show a way ahead Gods! Having been through a difficult appointment I know only too well how hard it can be. Therefore, we ministers should be supportive of each other, and we all know that in our respective denominations moves are made where congregations cause such havoc. But, in reality, we are servants call to serve not, to be waited on hand and foot, and perhaps in time gone by respect was not earned, by clergy and so, congregations rebelled, but lets be honest, no congregation is full of perfect people, if it was why would they need pastors? Matt interjected: But lets be honest Sarah, it will be a little difficult in some quarters, pun not intended said matt. They laughed at that. You see, my lot wont even let me remove pews at the back of the church to make space for community activities, and they see my role as Methodist only. He went on: It frustrates me, Ive been appointed to the town, not just the Methodists, but, having been here now for three years, Im slowly running out of interest. Your recent talk, to my Ladies Guild, was so positive, and you spoke so well of how you had brought the concept of churches working together in your previous appointment, albeit in a limited way, but at least you did something. And, wow, that recent frat meeting
of ours, got us really thinking, said Peter. We really have got to do something, said Matt, we wont always be here. Poignant faces mused this and then Sarah said: well out of us all, I am single and more likely to move before you too, singles dont stay in appoints too long in our army, unless something so pressing is vital that we stay. Without thinking, Peter, said, well we better do something vital beforehand then! Sarah laugh, at that: you pair do my heart good, its really nice to have colleagues in other churches that are so open-minded. Peter, said, again, I can only remind us of Dollys dreams, perhaps we are all her at this point in time for now! A pause followed, a silence fell on the group that simply confirmed, the now of the situation. Sarah, said Peter, I know you have only been here six months, but cant you see some way of us all working together? Sarah, though for a moment and then said, well, the army is becoming more ecumenical in its outlook, we are encouraged to develop new ways of working with other like minded folk. In my previous appointment we just started having events together: Easter Pulpit exchange; Christmas Carolling; Womens World Day of Prayer; A Youth Event. There you are said, Peter; its a start, said Matt. Sarah said: perhaps we should start by testing the water with our own people, then perhaps have a meeting of ourselves and two officers from each Church interest, and see where we go. After all they will be the ones committing to the arrangements into the future. Also, make sure we all check out the ecumenical regulations in our denominations to see who we have to consult and how far we can go, before we get too carried away Matt and Peter, agreed. I will make a note or too about our meeting today, and make sure, Dolly, Brian and Manny get copies before our next Frat meeting, at the end of the month. Brilliant, said Matt, unable to control his enthusiasm. Sarah, in her ever cautious manner, smiled in acknowledgement. Sarah, "looked at the two of them for a moment and then said, you too, what have you got me into? They all laughed at that. Seriously, said Sarah: but, what do you wont me to do? Simple said, Matt, give us some idea of how we get moving in this town; Peter nodded, and Sarah thought. Well she said, this is only my sixth appointment, so I will need to consult with my Divisional Commander (DC) Major Maxwell Dodd, he is very keen on us officers working with other churches, but there are some regulations we do need to follow. Well said Peter you have more experience than me, this is my second Parish. Peter acknowledged he would have to consult his Bishop and with Matt also being the Superintendent Minister of the Circuit, having been stationed in the district for longer than her care to remember, but, he would have to consult himself first! They all laughed at that. But
realistically, he would also have to see advice from the District Synod Chairman, who was his current boss, as a matter of protocol. But seriously, said Peter, could we really do something together? We can only try, said Sarah. Later that evening, Sarah, contemplated her role, in Avondale and perhaps God was now giving her a chance to put much of her wealth of experience to use in both the corps, which had seen off more officers than most, and a town that really needed some form of social outreach and community focus by its Churches. In her evening prayers, she found herself, saying, Lord, why me? Ive been here realistically five minutes, compared to the others, and now this, she found doubts piling up, like ninepins in her mind, how would the corps accept this challenge, there was already a clique of folk who tried to undermine her, would the DC agree, after all, I am a new officer in his division, with seasoned years behind me, and I have been given responsibilities for a fair size corps, for the last eight months, which has never had a single officer, only married. They is enough rumblings regarding me, goodness knows what will happen when they learn of my ecumenical involvement. Well, she mused, you know best Lord; Ill leave it with you. Pearls of Wisdom Walking past St Crispins; the Roman Catholic Church, on her way into town for her weekly shopping; after what had been a very trying weekend. More arguments, disagreements and gossip mongering, all sorts of comparisons to previous officers; what really annoyed her was the fact that even though they fondly remembered former officers, whilst in the appointment they too had had too much difficulties. Why are these folk so fickle she thought? Finally allowing herself, some much needed time out. Who should be on his doorstep, but Father Brian Jones, a well-rounded man, with a saintly appearance, in his middle age. Hello, Sarah, he said, and she greeted him back. Fancy a coffee I have an hour before I have to do my house calls, so please join me. So into the presbytery she went. He called his housekeeper Joan, to make the coffee. Sitting in his well used and untidy study, they engaged in conversation. How are you enjoying Avondale? Well said Sarah, what can I say? I have been here fourteen months at the end of next month, and well I really think I am enjoying my appointment. Thats really good news said. Brian revealed that he knew about the Home League altercation, the evening phone calls from Tom, and even the skirmish with the clique after the recent evening meeting. She was aghast, how on earth did he know about that lot?
Well he said: coffee mug in hand, you are probably wondering how I know all this information Sarah, sipping her coffee nodded. you see, said Brain, your Sergeant Major lives nearby one of my congregation, they are both good gossips, if you want anything to get message around Avondale and its Churches, without alerting the local press, then they are your best bet! You see said, Brian: your predecessors were so upset by the gossip, the arguments and the mistrust it created, that they asked for a new appointment. Brian went on to say: they were here a short while, and their predecessor, twelve months and it goes on, a lists of appointment after appointment. Ive been here 12 years now and know quiet a bit about your army folk, not all good, but not all bad. To be really honest I thought when I heard that you were coming as a single officer that you would not last six months; but I am wrong. Sarah sipped her coffee, as Brian gave her some sound advice. Be yourself stand on what you believe in. When in doubt seek help from your betters. Ive been a priest for 35 years; there is not much I dont know. But, please if you listen to me, you will not let go of the reigns. I like what you, Peter and Matt are proposing, even my old Bishop, is keen for us to join in this ecumenical business, so you see, you do have some allies. A women; in Ministry is still a debated matter, some of us will never embrace this idea in our Churches, so be brave and do you stuff, they both laughed at that. She left the Presbytery feeling much better, in fact; much more herself, she never thought she would listen to an RC Priest, but, he was so right. Methodist Matters The Manse front closed hard behind a rather angry Matt. Carol is caring school teacher wife, was sitting in the lounge marking her students work. What on earth is up with you, Hun? Carol, I thought the pew removal was a problem, but, that is a small incident compared to the argument over churches working together. It was like a war had broken out. Never mind said Carol, I fix you a nice cup of tea and we can talk about it. A little calmer, Matt, said in the lounge with Carol, and poured out the details of the evening joint stewards meeting for his three churches. It was obvious that yet again, one Church, Trinity held court. The four stewards would not be drawn on the subject. What about Northville Chapel and St Johns said, Carol. No objection at all, said Matt, in fact, quiet keen. There you are said, Carol. Matt went on to give the gory details of the meeting, but once Carol had all the facts, being a school teacher of some years, she was able to analyse the pure facts. I see it this way
said Carol, you have the full backing of the District, who are, very keen to see ecumenical development in all areas. Its obvious since we have been here Trinity will never move itself forward, and yet, it wants to hold everything else back in the circuit, well Matt, if I was you I would plough on with just Northville and St Johns; they are both nice size congregations, with a mix of ages; and well Trinity, acts as if its top and tails better than them, so, my dear, you have only one choice to make. Matt thought for a moment, and said: you know as always you are so right, sweetheart. Carol smiled intently. Matt, then said: I wonder how Peter got last night with his Parochial Church Council? You will find out soon enough said Carol. Battle Lines At the quarters over a week later, Sarah was enjoying a late breakfast, after her stint at the housework, when the door bell rang. She looked out of her front bay window, peering round the net curtains there at her door was Vi and Tom Villers. What on earth did they want at eight thirty on a Friday morning, wasnt last nights battle at Songster practice enough? O well she thought, tired as I am, I better listen to what they want to say. No sooner had Sarah opened her front door, about to say good morning Tom and Vi Villers had barged past her and walk in as if they owned the place, and straight through her hall into the warmth of the kitchen. Taken aback by this assault on her privacy, she demanded an explanation: how dare you enter my quarters in such a manner. Tom said: As CSM, I am able to walk into your house, our quarters anyway I please. Sarah, just could not help herself thinking, how rude;, she told both parties off. But, before she could say much more, Tom was expressing his thoughts about her actions to work with the other churches, its just not done he said. Vi, argued that they were Salvationist Christians and that mixing with other churches was not on, they are not as holy as us lot! In full vent, slumped on her sofa, Vi, whose little face was screwed up in anger, and her husbands still venting his distain for anything that resembled, mixing with the other Churches, we are army and always will be army, we are not church and never will be. Vi piped up and then reeled off a list of alias, at least who she thought would be against anything that brought Church into our Army. Oddly enough, though Sarah, two of the list, had not attended the corps since her arrival, as they did not like women officers. But, to find her home league secretary, and the over sixties secretary on this impromptu list, was something of a surprise.
This caused such an explosion in Sarahs mind, she just let both of them have it both barrels. But, not in any vindictive or even malicious argument, she simply told her story as it was. Simply, that working together, exploring faith and dialogue was a way the army was now moving. She was only following her instincts. But, she stressed, that before any such moves were formalised, it was obvious that she needed to, work on the battleground that was ingrained in the corps. This hit a huge raw nerve in both Vi and Tom; what on earth do you mean by that? Simply put said Sarah, if the cap fits wear it. Its time this holy huddle we call a corps, had a real dose of reality. The Villers for the first time looked at each other, partly perplexed and partly, lost for words. Sarah, then in the pregnancy of the pause, said in her gentler voice, now if that is all you came for, leave my home, and remember, dont you ever walk into my quarters with such disrespect again! Before, a moment done, both were up and through her front door. Nevertheless, always one for the last word in everything; Vi, as vindictive as ever, said she would turn the corps against her and that, she would not stand much longer as CO. Slamming the door shut Sarah heaved a huge sigh of relief. Standing with her back to the door, she noticed her officers covenant on the wall; called by God, to proclaim the Gospel ..., well, if proclaiming the Gospel means, bringing this corps kicking and screaming from the brink of internal inertia, then so be it. At the Vicarage It was nearly eleven o clock all was quiet in the vicarage. Peter was still in his study, he preferred to wind down reading and pottering over his sermon notes for the next services. Mable popped her head around the door; darling I have put the dishwasher on, and the cat is out, so I shall get off to bed, dont you stay up too late, you have a funeral at 11am, so please, come to bed and get a good night rest. Peter, in his thoughtful way, rose and gave his wife a hug and then said: goodnight my love, I promise I wont be too late, promise. Mable smiled knowingly and closed the door behind her. Peter was grateful that his earlier PCC meeting had been so positive. At last they had three younger members, and now they had approved the use of the hall at the mission for an outreach meeting of the youth group. Hopefully, to get more of an impact with, the young people on that estate. They had wholeheartedly agreed with the idea that the Churches could explore much more joint working on community outreach. But, realisation that there were some sticking points with some Churches in the town, as the prayer and praise service earlier in the year was not well attended by some Churches.
But, having heard Peters message from the Frat meeting, they were keen for Peter to explore further work ideas. Equally, the diocesan mission incentive was more now towards collaboration. In reality Peter was blessed with a Church Council and people who were so welcoming and wanting to engage more in the community beyond the weddings, funerals and baptism activities, that most see the Church being used for. The Church had been trying with Mable running both a Mums and Tots group and a monthly, Pram and Buggy Service; and then of course, good old Libby, engaged the old folk in lunch then bingo after the midweek Eucharist on Thursday. But, Peter still felt much more could be done. Youthful Voices That evening cadet class for the young teens and their leader might have some ideas for the future. After all, the Cadets were supposed to be the breeding ground of talent for officership and local officership in the corps; and their leader, Doreen Williams, was a real inspiration. This week, they were coming to the quarters, to a session called ask the CO, this should be a session she could not prepare for, at least, not really knowing what they will ask her. Sixteen young people and their leader arrived at 7pm prompt. What a real presence of joy they brought into a quite a solemn quarters. But, no one seemed to notice the atmosphere at least no one said anything. Doreen started the evening by reading a passage from her Bible and then asking Paul to pray. Paul was a gentle soul, a deep thinker and more prone to stutters and garbling his speech. Nevertheless, he did his best and all was well. Following a series of questions about eight in all; the evening turned to other Churches. The prompt for such was the recent youth crush held at St Crispins. Was it right for us to attend, as we are army. Before Sarah could answer, Doreen had done so, reflecting the view that it was good to explore faith and belief in other Churches. Sarah had to agree. But, John and Martha, wanted to know how safe it was to do so, as well they were army. Sarah promptly gave a sound answer: you are indeed army, but, the army is only the vehicle in which you have chosen to follow your faith, in reality the road you travel is more important in that, you are all Christians first, as are all the other Churches and there members. What style of worship fits one will not always fit another, but to deny yourself and others, the right to explore, will make your outlook on Christianity less wholesome. The
Army of today, is keen to explore dialogue with other Christians, and in doing so, we know that God is ever present guide. Then came the bomb shell, least expected. Alan, piped up, but, our CSM, told us we should avoid any contact with other Churches, as we are army. Nodding heads confirmed this around the room. Then Claire, said, during singing company yesterday evening, the Donna the leader, told us not to go to the youth club at the Methodist Church, as they were forming a choir and if we joined that one, we could not stay in the singing company! Again, other similar concerns were voiced, much to the worry of both Doreen and Sarah. Sarah said to the cadets, who am I? You are the commanding officer, said, Claire and Paul. Yes I am said Sarah. Thank you for telling me. You can all go to both groups if you want too; but, you must promise me, that if you have any questions or concerns you will come and see Doreen, who will tell me. They all agreed. Sarah then closed the evening with prayer and then they had tea and cake. Sarah asked Doreen to stay back once the young people had left. Doreen did so. It was obvious without trying to find or solicit allies there was a growing problem of some depth which was also filtering into the younger minds of the corps. In discussion, it was obvious to Sarah that Doreen was very concerned as she being the leader, did not know any of this meandering gossip. So they both agreed that so long as Doreen was leader of the cadets, provided she kept Sarah informed, she could encourage and help the young people explore other Churches, worship and share fellowship. That night before retiring, Sarah knew once and for all, the problems facing the corps were predominately caused by its inability to accept its state of inertia and moreover, that, the canker that was the clique was a breeding ground for keeping the corps back in the past, out of a fear of change. Finally, it dawned on her, that corps needed a firm hand. Was she that hand, she did not know. Friday she would know her own fate, was she moving on, or staying put. But, if she stayed, the battle lines, through: discipline, teaching and concern had to be drawn out of love otherwise the inertia would continue to cripple the work of the corps and its future well-being.
CHAPTER 7 Experience Speaks Volumes It was now Friday, and sure enough as good as her word, Brigadier Mrs Polly Dodds and her husband Maxwell, the divisional leaders arrived at the quarters promptly at four o clock for tea. What a relief, thought Sarah, at least the DC will support me. The Dodds were extremely experience officers, with many corps and divisional appointments under there former command. However, it was not unbecoming to notice that although Maxwell was quiet in his nature his dear wife had more to say! After lengthy discussion about the corps, its background and difficulties, it was Polly Dodd who offered solutions. You see my dear she said in an unassuming manner;
Avondale, is a hard corps, it has lacked clear direction and leadership, and at best, many of your predecessors just plainly, gave up, when they realised the stakes had been so high Maxwell interjected; what my wife is trying to say is, your immediate predecessors let the corps rule the CO and at best, that is not army. Much of the lets call them old guard, are at best seasoned Salvationists, one might say: army barmy. But, in reality, they are simple souls who are living on past triumphs of a bygone age of Salvationism. Once you grasp that fact, your job becomes far much easier. Sarah looked puzzled at this point, what did he mean? You were appointed to this command after much prayer, the field department, decided that you were the best person, simply because you had, over your previous corps commands as both: a commissioned officer and previously as an Envoy, been able to bring about changes to wayward corps. You have been here now for 18 months, and I know usually you are winding down towards a possible move again in six months, which has seemed the usual term of appointment for single officers; but, I have decided that I want you to stay at Avondale, for the foreseeable future; simply because you have the strength to succeed where others have failed. If we move you now, the signal to the corps clique will be weve won and although I have been in the division for three years, and seen much happen badly here, I cannot let that happen. The DCs then moved to the next overriding problem the corps. I had a phone call from your CSM, he spoke very seriously about your influence in the corps that you are seeing your way outside the corps with other churches, more fulfilling than in the corps. Is that right Sarah? Sarah, taken aback by this revelation, told both parties all about the situation, the corps infighting, clique battles, and the support from outside the corps with other clergy. Both Polly and Maxwell had lots of experience in ecumenical work and saw no reason to doubt Sarahs direction, but as always cautioned gentle action. Sarah explained how the situation between the different ministers was being developed both DCs saw this as a good step. Maxwell was able to inform that the army was seeking better ecumenical relations at corps level, and her work could be seen as a step in the right direction. However, what about the corps problems, these should not be overlooked. Sarah went on to explain, she was going to lead from the front and teach a more disciplined Salvationism, that would certainly find some weight in the corps; she also wanted to open the lower hall on market days, as a drop in centre for people in need, and offer advice, and refreshments; that had been her idea that was thwarted at every local officers meeting since her appointment by those in the clique.
Maxwell and Polly thought that was an excellent idea and that she should go and see the work being done at Randleford by Major Sid & Mrs Beth Cooper, they had done something similar; the Dodds then confirmed the use of the funding for her to do up the hall. Polly, said: there is nothing like a good spring clean and renovation that brings folk together, in our previous corps appointment twice we have proved that, and so will you my dear. The Brigadiers leaving the quarters that early evening, thanked Sarah for her hospitality which is the custom, and said that they would see her at the Divisional Holiness Meeting in Skelton next Month, at which she was to preach. We look forward to hearing your message, as sometimes we need to hear as much as we preach, laughed Polly. If Only ...! Sitting in her living room some hours later, somewhat, sore from her argument with the Villers, despite her wanting to pick up the phone and speak again to the Villers, to try and well, salve the situation; a strain in her spirit raised a firm no better left alone for now. So, she did the best thing she could, she began to pray. She was lead to her Bible, which is not unusual for her, and she read Romans 8, which brought a steadiness to her internal tumbling. She knew, she had to go on with the appointed task at Avondale Corps so long as it was in her care, and that for some reason, she also knew that, despite everything, nothing could separate her from the love of God, and that brought a steady stream of tears down her face. Was it relief, release, or self pity, whatever it was, she welcomed the humbling of her soul before the God she loved so dear. Being a single women officer, with a task as large and as complex as she now found the appointment, after only 18 months; was she ready for a new appointment, or, should she stay and battle on. A moment of fleeting self pity, salved her ego, but, she soon remembered, the words of Father Brian, that she should not let go of the reigns. But how on earth is a young woman like me, going to break through the cycle of inertia that has a vice like grip on the corps. You are Still Not Listening! Sarah ever mindful of Gods promises could still not understand why after such a huge effort on her part, still she had the problematic difficulties with some of the corps folk, especially the one who was to be her so called right hand man, her Sergeant Major, Tom. He seemed one minute to go with her, next argue, next be involved in gossip about her, so what should she do?
In the silence of her heart God reminded her it was his battle not hers, in point of fact, reminders of her recent sermon series on the Churches of Asia Minor, was she listening to what Gods Spirit was saying to the Churches? If she were honest, she was and she wasnt. Thats it, thats it she thought, listening, we are not listening, too caught up in playing army and church. One thing was absolutely certain, no one was going to derail the mission that was now coming into being: building refurbishment, outreach plans and even real development of the churches working together, so no, she was not going to let all this fall about her ears. She had now been at Avondale two years, and it had been a battle of wills from the beginning. And all this time the battle was Gods not hers, why O why had she not seen it before? But, was she going to succumb to its spiritual inertia and ineptitude, she was certainly not. She had maintained herself as a strong officer without falling into the trap of favourites, although she did have allies who respected her, which was one saving grace in the midst of the darkest hour. But, her wayward, clique supporters, held such a grip it was unreal, why hold the corps back, what was the hidden agenda she did not know, but know this she thought, it was going to break and break under the power of the Holy Spirit, as turbulence was coming that would wake them all up! Women, Crafts and Gossip! The past month had been a really hard and difficult time for Sarah, it appeared whatever she did, or move she made, someone somewhere would be critical and in fact some particularly in the clique were undermining her efforts. Sarah had been down this road in a previous appointment, and it had nearly cost her sanity, how she was going to find her way around this huge canker was unbeknown to her. But, she knew she just had to press on. But, in reality she knew that a real skirmish was brewing. Citadel, a storm was brewing, and Sarah, was going to see firsthand the impact of local gossip and more so, ingrained, us and them, attitudes, more akin to a childrens playground. No wonder, ecumenical relations were strained and not strengthening. But, sadly her corps was in strangle hold, but, at least she would learn, firsthand, who was in-charge, at least they thought they were! Home League, was set for a nice afternoon of home crafts. Sarah was getting to really know who was who, especially, who were the prickly ones, the go with the flow brigade, the Sunday night soldiers, the other churches members, non-churchgoers, gossips and the profoundly outspoken; she chuckled to herself, Lord, you must have had fun putting this lot
together! The dye appeared to be somewhat cast, you could feel the tension in the air, the fun humdrum gentleness of humour and lightness was missing but why? Vi Villers and Glad Parsons were in their uniforms as the Secretary and Treasurer it was kind of expected. Vi seemed somewhat offhand with Sarah, and Glad was giving one of those sideglance smiles that sort of said something was up, or was about to break. Sarah was not exactly bothered but she felt something brewing, nevertheless, being use to skirmish by now, in a sad sort of way, she sort of half expected it. Not at all bothered she began the home league meeting with a song Jennie Blott, the pianist, who just happened to also play at the Methodist Womens Own, and not one to shrink from an opportunity to gossip, played Blessed Assurance with her usual gusto. Prayer followed and the meeting was open. Sarah began to chat to some of the women, about 20 was at the meeting, which was a good turn-out. Moving around the tables as everyone settled into craft work, some knitting, some sewing some basket weaving. It was a hive of activities, which was nothing unusual, as the crafts were being made for the sale of work to be held later in the year. Anyhow, it wasnt long before Jenny (Jen), Violet (Vi) and Gladys (Glad) were in conclave, in the kitchen, apparently getting tea ready. What seemed so obvious was, the way Glad kept smiling through the open kitchen hatch across at Sarah. The tea was ready and the three returned to the YP hall. Once everyone was settled with tea and cakes, Sarah took time to sit down and enjoy her tea. Suddenly, Violet, turned to Sarah, Hey Captain is it right youre going to get us meeting with the Methodist, it wont work you know, Major Davidson, when he was ere, couldnt do it, so cant see you doing it either. Yer, said Jen, there a funny lot at Trinity Church wont even let the youth use the vestry. Sarah, was flabbergasted, how on earth did they know about this. Oddly enough Sarah quickly realised, again the gossips had got it into tangled order, or at worst, half truth, because it was ecumenical than that. It became apparent very quickly, that Jen was playing for Choir practice at Trinity, when Matt, came back from visiting Sarah with Peter, and had said something to John Pratt, one of the Trinity stewards, who was not exactly quiet in his response, said, Jen, he told him, straight too, No way would we work with those evangelical lot, at Christchurch, they think they are better than us, then that St Crispins Catholic lot, or, and that funny lot at the Congregational Chapel, always praying with em Baptists; ought to know better, and the Sally Army, well you know my feelings on that lot. Jen could not help herself but to continue, now she had the home leagues full attention: John, even said that St Andrews and Northville, would not back any such idea, but,
Matt, stole his thunder when he said that: the stewards of both Churches were very keen indeed. Then: John, said he would speak to the District, mind you Matt, held his own, and said he had already got its blessing, as this was the way forward. John, then said, no one in Trinity would support the idea. Matt just said nothing and left. Sarah, realised the cat was out of the bag, thanks to gossip, and was now subjected to quiet an afternoon of grilling and re-grilling, the bottom line being well levelled by Vi, my husband has been sergeant major ere, for well over 20 years, an he aint goin to let some officer, whose been ere five minutes to start changing things, we dont wanna work with other churches, we are army and we want to stay army. Sarah, looked astonished, and Vi realised she had hit home well and truly, a volley to her, she thought, looking smug arms folded across her large chest. Nothing further was said, for the rest of the afternoon meeting. When it came time to close the meeting, Sarah asked Vi to close in prayer, Vi, looked somewhat shocked, but she did do as she was asked. Sarah thought to herself heaps of coal, heaps of coal, thank you Lord! Packing up the craft items, Sarah was helped by Joy Jenkins, the Corps Secretary. Joy, a retired social worker, knew people and could easily weigh up characters, was a very kindly soul, saw thought many situations and commented on little. Captain, she said, if you want to move this corps kicking and screaming into the 70s you will have a real fight on your hands, you see, some ere are so set in their ways that you would need dynamite to move em. Sarah, smiled, patted her on the shoulder and was about to leave for home when Joy added, loud enough to be heard by those still present, in particular; Vi and Glad: But, dont worry, some of us are right behind you, patting her on the back as she spoke. I and Richard will back you. Richard Jenkins was the Songster leader; they had both transferred into Avondale Corps from a Southern Corps, and even after six years in the corps despite holding local officer appointments, realised that they were only marginally part of the corps, even though Richards family came from Avondale and they had returned in retirement. Sarah left Joy to go home, as Joy was going to wait for Richard, as he was going to go through the songster library and then, sort out the papers for the public house ministry later in the week. Joy knew that sadly and to the cost of the corps reputation, that much had happened in the last four years, that caused the appointment and farewell of two pairs of successive officer couples, one even leaving the work. Their Son Simon was a corps officer, with his wife Hazel, and they knew firsthand how hard officers worked, and often with such lack of care by their corps.
Richard arrived, and could sense in Joy a real anger. Hi love, you look like you have swallowed a wasp. No said Joy, not a wasp, but a real dose of that Vi women, again In her frustration, she told Richard all about the Home League meeting antics. Joy said: the main, the troubles at Avondale were caused by the vindictiveness of the clique, a minority, that had had curtailed much, and held so much back. But, in hindsight: she wished she had said something earlier, but at least she was relieved to know that now, it was appearing that a new more formidable force, in the guise of their new CO was becoming apparent. Pint size she may appear, but push over, never. She just knew, a new day was dawning and what was hidden in darkness, God was indeed bringing into the light of day. The prayers of the few soldiers who wanted to see change, were at last answered, God, had sent His officer, who would not be pushed over; but, she was more than aware that sure enough trouble would follow todays home league. Richard, looked at his wife, and simply said: God knows best my dear, God knows best, now lets sort out the music and the papers before we freeze, as the boiler has just gone off and this place is freezing when its cold. Sarah returned to her quarters, feeling somewhat worried, perplexed and even thoughts like: whats the point, why not just be the officer, do the usual and dont rock any boats. Then, when necessary, move appointments. But, she felt a real assurance within her soul that said, no turning back. Anyhow, a cup of tea and a slice of homemade cherry cake did the trick. When Sarah was feeling low, she would take to her cake making and this often stood her in good store. And, also helped boost corps funds too! Time Out! Sarah, decided to have a night off, she did not want to make things more difficult, as it was youth club at the citadel, and she knew that one they could cope very well without her and secondly, she just could not face another grilling. Settling down to enjoy a quiet evening of reading and much needed relaxation, as she had not had a proper evening off for three weeks, if she included Saturdays so she forgot her guilt for deciding to do so! However, a quiet evening was soon underway. Then the phone rang. It was Matts wife Carol. Hello Sarah, I wonder if you would come and speak to my Religious Studies class next week at the high school. Sarah was so pleased to have the invitation; and said: let me get my diary, and we shall fix it. Now I would like you to talk not about the army in general terms, but about your vocation to officership.
Sarah thought that was odd, and said so to Carol. Carol, said: well you know I am currently studying for ministry, to work with Matt in our future, I just wanted my six formers to know that vocations in some denominations for women were seasoned aspects of the work of the Churches, like the army. Sarah, listen for a while, wishing to disconnect herself from the call back to the quiet time she had so much planned. Soon, Carol had finished her conversation and just as Sarah was courteously releasing the call, heard Carol say: O Matt is back, he would like a word with you. How could she say no! Matt kept his conversation brief: Hi, Captain Sarah, joking in his usual way, how are things with you? Sarah was not too forward, she didnt want to get into a prolonged conversation this evening. Matt went on about the gossip issues he had learnt Jenny Blott, had off loaded the Home League gossip, could he call it that, at the coffee morning earlier in the day. Well Sarah, was not exactly pleased by this, and Matt could tell from her tone, she was not her usual self, so, he decided to leave it alone. Dont worry about things Sarah I know it must be hard being single, I will pray for you this evening. Thank you, Matt, I do appreciate that, even though I may seem a little vague tonight Perhaps you need a break, when is your next day off? Sarah laughed, I have a day off, when I can make one fit my busy diary. Matt, warned Sarah, that she should schedule a day off at least once a week, otherwise she would breakdown. Sarah, realising this was Matts pastoral care for her, said: I know, I know, perhaps next Monday. Right said Matt, make sure that you do. The conversation ended with an exchange of Good Night, God Bless. Sarah
returned to her reading. Party reading for Sunday and partly for pleasure; her Bible was her most prized possession, and so with her commentaries, she loved to lose herself in its depths. Each time she read familiar passages, they spoke volumes of new and refreshing insights that restored her confidence and salved her weary soul. Late night goodwill No sooner than the phone went down, the phone rang again. It was the police station, a young mother, was in need of support could she help? Sarah took down the details and then went out into the cold night to the police station. How long she would be, what it would entail did not matter, all that did matter was, the army was active heart to God, hand to man and that night she was the hand God chose to use.
Throwing her working uniform on, a heavy rain coat, bonnet, and scarf she went out into the cold night air. Met, outside her door by a women police officer who; took her in her car, to the mother in need of assistance on the other side of the town. Arriving at a bleak block of flats, in a tough part of town she had never visited was a real eye opener. It was desperately cold, broken lights, stark concrete building, walkways and rubbish blowing in the chilling wind. She climbed five flights of stairs with the WPC. Arriving at the flat to be greeted by a young mother, a babe in arms and a toddler huddled together around a gas fire for warmth, little furniture, no food and in desperation. At least she could bring some comfort, with food, blankets and clothing. She spent about two hours at the flat with the small needy family, which the following day would be referred by the police to social services; but at least that night the army was able to eat its own words: heart to God, hand to man; and mean every word. The Faith Cupboard The following morning sitting by the fire in her living room, still tired after helping a young mother, cope with being abandoned by her partner; left with no food, money or support, again the hall faith cupboard came in useful. The faith cupboard was something she learnt at training college, sectional officers kept such a cupboard for officers, who were living on next to no allowance, or at worst, corps where barely paying them. So this cupboard had a range of basic non-perishables that could be given to many an officer in need. So, at every corps she was stationed at, she would instigate a faith cupboard and for some unknown reason, she had more stock at Avondale Citadel, than she could ever have imagined possible. But, despite its dogmatic stands on many things, at least Sarah realised, there was at least one saving graces. Another Day After a busy morning, attending to sorting out jumble down at the hall with Joy, Doreen and Mary, ready for the Saturday fund raising nearly new sale. Then a visit to the General Hospital to see, two of the older comrades; who had had falls during the week. One thing that always cheered her, was visiting the sick. It brought her back to herself, to her calling, to the foundation of her ministry, ministering to those who were in some need. But, as always these two ladies, always ministered to her. Even when she visited them in their sheltered housing complex, they never failed in making her feel wanted, cared and prayed for. Winnie and Mavis, were Salvationists through and through, been in the army forever, if you listen to them. She learnt much about Avondale, its past and glory days.
Winnie, was a retired officer, Brigadier and had settled in retirement in Avondale, a corps her and her late husband had commanded, many years earlier. This dear lady knew how hard officership was in her days, it was often a hand to mouth existence and to all intense and purpose, it was not too dissimilar today either, and you could not tell her different! But, Sarah, always cheerful in such spiritual company, found a real comfort in their sharing. Visitation was an important part of her ministry, and even though the corps was busy, she would not forget this important work and many of the older comrades really cherished this enormously. On her way out of the hospital she bumped into Peter Standforth. Hello Sarah, how are you doing? Before she could answer, tell you what come into the office for a cup of tea and we can have a chat. Before she knew it she was sitting in the Chaplaincy office. Peter as well as being the Vicar of the Parish of Avondale, he was also the part-time chaplain to the General Hospital. Peter, was a real character, he knew everyone and everything, nothing appeared too much for him or in fact either too little to matter. So apart from the odd um and argh Sarah did not have a lot of opportunity to engage the conversation. But, even in his talkative manner he did go on about how her involvement in the formalising of the Churches Council in Avondale, was a coup as previously the army had not show much interest even in the Fraternity Meetings. He was so keen to see things move at a faster pace and also told her about Dolly and Mannys idea about the open prayer meeting. Suddenly: how forgetful of me Sarah. Would you like a lift home? Sarah readily accepted his offer, and soon she was alighting his car outside the quarters. See you next Monday morning at Matts said Peter, shouting out of his window, Sarah was not use to this forward manner in clergy, it must be the northern charm she thought, chuckling to herself, she shouted back, thats a date. Peter, laughed and shouted back, we will have folk talking about us; and sped off beeping his horn. Sarah walked up the pathway and put her key in the lock, click open the door, then closing it behind her, was relieved to be home. Well its Saturday evening and so I can finalise my Sunday and get ready. Not Again!
That evening, things got worse, as she prepared for Sunday, the phone rang. She picked it up, and on the other end, before she could say, Salvation Army she was greeted by the familiar gruff voice of Tom Villers. What on earth are ya doing; we dont wont to work with Methodistsor church folk, were army. Who do ya think you are, you are our officer, not anyone elses, you should think yourself lucky that you have such a good appointment. He then went ranting on about how wonderful the past had been a mini history lesson. She felt it best to just let him go on, and on and on. When he finally finished, she said, well, Tom, thank you for your view, I appreciate your honestly, but, while this corps is under my command, we will be forward thinking. Well Ill be on to Divisional Headquarters (DHQ) Monday morning said Tom, the DC will have something to say about it. You wait until the morning you will see that I am not the only one against this daft plan. We are army not Church or Chapel, army; and you should know better, my girl. Sarah, said okay, if thats your attitude and about to say much more ..., but, the call ended somewhat abruptly. How very rude she thought. The kitchen became a make shift battle ground. Looking somewhat like a bakery, Sarah, busy in a flight of baking, she thought more about the rude conversation earlier with Tom. Anger, was not her strongest asset, she was blessed with oodles of patience, but on this occasion they were more or less zapped. Cake baking, became her calmer as she took her frustration out on the mixture, it never failed the best cakes always appeared out of battles! At least thats what her Ma said, and a quarters without cake, is like a ship without fuel. No wonder she thought that: many single officers pile on the pounds, its all that frustration, it has to go somewhere O did she chuckle as she thought of all those well rounded officers, at least, being single had its benefits. If a corps needed funds, the CO could at least do a sponsored slim or too ... alongside the bake sale, what a thought, humour long repressed humour returned as she fell into uncontrollable laughter. She finally flopped down in a chair, exhausted, and while in this downward moment, she felt her world was crumbling, could she sustain her command, or would she be yet another officer casualty of this corps. done that, and not ever again! She remembered being warned by her DC and his dear wife, at their last visit, that she would have difficulties in the Corps and that her appointment as a single officer would come She, pull herself up short, Sarah, pull yourself together, so long as you are commanding officer, you will not be ground down. Been there,
into question at some point, as they had usually had married couples. But, he said: remember, stand your ground. Then she remembered that her predecessors, seasoned officers at that, had requested a move, not that that was army ways, as they needed a gentler command themselves. Avondale was a hard corps, and yet a large corps at that. It had chewed up and spat out so many officers over the years, it was known as a difficult appointment. Having been at Avondale for nearly two years now, she had realised that yes it was tough, and yes it did have those who felt they ruled the roost. But, there was also a really fine group of soldiers who like Joy and Dave, Doreen and Pete and of course the many others who were keen to keep the peace and work for the Lord, without this tense stuff. She would concentrate on these. But she thought; if this is the case, why does the army appoint officers to Avondale, why not just leave them unofficered? Do they really deserve officers if they only serve to conquer? Anyhow, she was now in command, twelve months in, and still standing, she had worked out who was what and, who wants want; and who are to be taken on face value she knew the movers and shakers and, said to say it, those who wore their uniforms like battle dress, but underneath, no real spiritual substance, and more sadder still, the overlooked potential of those soldiers who were not deemed suitable by the few who felt they were in command and the CO, there servant in the game of spiritual points scoring. She realised now, that having read the soldiers role, spoken with leavers some transferring to other nearby corps and at worst not going to any place of worship, the stories of power surges which were not Holy Spirit led gave food for thought. Then having listened to the dictates of the few who try to be the command, and want everything there way, leaving an uneasy feeling, and then the many who just limp along and keep the peace for fear of upsetting the status quo. She shuddered inwardly, and for perhaps the very first time, actually realised, why God had placed her here. She had a quiet manner, a gentle spirituality that brought people back to basics, but, in equal measure a listening ear and a no nonsense approach to leadership. In her last appointment, many experienced the joy of re-igniting there spiritual pilot light, where Jesus was the order of the day, and the Holy Spirit the changer bringer. When she left, years later for Avondale, her quality not quantity approach paid dividends, she left a command with a refreshed soldiery and many new souls were won for the kingdom. Well, it was perhaps this agenda that was going to be the new agenda for this corps and well, like it or not, the corps was going to change for the better. A time of pruning was long overdue!
Sunday Blues! The days meetings had been very well attended, and as always Tom and his followers, mainly Sunday Soldiers, (that is folk who talk a lot about doing, and do nothing), were to be seen holding court throughout the day. Tom was far from courteous to her, and several times during the busy day she had to correct his manner, being rude and blatant in his regard for her authority. The evening meeting has gone off really well and getting ready to leave for home, as this weeks Youth Crush was being held during the week as an outward bound evening at a local recreation park. Joy was talking to her, about a corps matter when Tom and Vi came over to them with some of their follows. Butting into the conversation: You better watch your step, Captain, said, Tom. Before Sarah could respond, Vi started: You see Captain, we dont like all this, you are doing, we are army not, the Church. Dave, heard this and went over to the group: Tom he said, Captain, does her best, and if she wants the corps to be more outgoing working with other churches, then good on her. Tom then started on Dave, reminding him that he had only been in the corps for years not decades. Sarah, had to act: Sergeant Major, may I remind you I am the commanding officer, not you; provided I have the backing of the corps local officers, and I do, at least that was clearly expressed at our recent meeting, was it not? Then I will take the corps forward as I see God leading us. Tom retorted: you dont have my backing, and these corps folk are not keen either, his group mumbled in unison agreement. Sarah said, well if you remember the soldiers meeting two months ago wholeheartedly confirmed the future direction of the corps and in particular our way of trying to do a little more on the church unity front, did it not Tom? Tom could only nod and agree, realising he had been thwarted, and Vis face said it all, sour grapes. Turning to Joy, Can you make sure that every soldier knows about this months newsletter and about the hall makeover, for next week, Joy Certainly can, Captain, trying hard to lose her smile. Tom responded: you wont learn will you. To which Sarah, said nothing. Tom was now out of the shadows with his clique into the light of day and could no longer hide they had to show their strength or fall. Sarah knew that a battle would be won, but at what cost!
CHAPTER 8 Holy Turbulence The Frat Meeting Sarah arrived late at the meeting, having been up at the high school in the six form. She was so delighted that it had gone very well, moreover, many of the young people had a better idea about vocations towards religious careers. The Frat meeting was being held at Dollys home, it was not a manse, but her actual home, which was so nice in that, she had been able to make the place her own and not worry about packing and re-packing on appointments as her colleagues. Much was achieved in that short meeting. An open invitation to the weekly prayer meeting at the Congregational Chapel; a date for the prayer and praise evening, to be held in
September; and an agreement to bring together two officers from each church to explore the formalisation of the churches together council. Sarah was much relieved to find that the congregational church elders had agreed that the army could use their buildings for four weeks next month while the citadel was repainted inside and out, window security fitted and a much needed new heating systems fitted. Dolly had decided to let the army conduct all the services over the four weeks to give her small congregation some much needed support and by all accounts she could have a spiritual feast, in that, she could have a couple of Sundays off and enjoy someone else ministry, which was in her words a breath of heaven; laughing, Sarah said, but you havent heard me yet, you might need your breath back after my preaching. Peter recalled Sarahs talk to his young wives: you dont know what you are letting yourself in for, Dol she have you in a uniform and bonnet, quicker than you can run. Thats all right said Dolly I can live with that. It was so obvious to all that they were all getting on so well and because of this, the most recent skirmishes across some of the churches were accepted and well, in reality, left to blow over. They all knew that God had a much bigger plan for them all and this was only the beginning. As they were all beginning to catch a glimpse of what he could do with a little bit of faith and a gallon of trust. Unity in Action The Congregational Chapel was as usual holding its weekly prayer meeting. A little oasis of calm as usual warm and inviting and, no pretentions. Dolly had long been engaged in prayer as the purpose of her agenda in the town. We may be a small Church, but, we are an active Church firmly rooted in a strong prayer life. That evening as was not so unusual; Manny, the Baptist Minister and about twelve of his congregation joined them. The meeting was full of love and praise and so many impromptu prayers, all born out of a depth of love for Gods work in the town. In fact, there wasnt a situation that was not prayed for, or a Church that did not come under its weekly blessing. During the tea break; Manny and Dolly sat together and well said Manny, I really feel so sorry for our other colleagues: Matt with the dogmatic Methodists, Peter with his, everything and yet nothing Anglicans; Brian with his caring members who just down want to offend; and then poor Sarah, with that huge clique in her corps. Dolly was having none of this demise: we have had a really wonderful out pouring of the Holy Spirit in our meeting today, lets, commit our colleagues to prayer. Manny had to agree and promptly prayed with her for each and every one of them.
What was so odd and yet really staring everyone in the face was that God had already begun unity in the town; after all, Manny and Dollys Churches had been meeting weekly for some years. However, what was there secret or even agenda? Listening and obedience, so why are, the other Churches not listening so intently to Gods Spirit? Dolly and Manny were of the same opinion, Perhaps they were too caught up in regulation, doctrine and agendas, while in reality all it takes is a little obedience! Well said Dolly, we are going to have to show them by example. Next week I am going to give each of them more posters, obviously last weeks frat meeting was too close to call to bring some in, perhaps next week. Great Idea said, Manny, great idea. Dolly, her rounded portly form, chuckled and wobbled as they both peeled into laughter. Manny went on: I wonder how you will get on with your visitors for the next three weeks, referring to the Salvation Army, occupation. I dont mind says Dolly, Sarah is a lovely girl, and most of her corps have good hearts, so perhaps its what is needed. After all, both of them were over sixty, had not been to any formal training college, learnt the craft ministry through correspondence courses, lay ministry work and finally in retirement, being called, commissioned and ordained. Would they have it any other way, no, because after years of ministry they were still learning the wisdom of Gods agenda; and had seen over a long period the ups and downs of Christian life, and wow what a roller coaster that is! No Matter What! Her initial plan of attack or dissolving of gossip mongering was not going to be easy. Despite her meetings, chats, arguments etc, gossip and sometimes unwholesomeness was really too much to take. Now that she was established in the corps and she was known as being fair minded and was seen to be a woman, of her word, in that, she had actually arranged for the whole citadel to be re-furbished, which others had failed to do because of the backbiting, disagreements and skirmished. She was having none of that, the building needed a facelift and so be it. The previous two evenings she had marshalled a large group of bandsmen, songsters and young people to clear the halls; and on Saturday, she was hoping that the same would turn up for the day to clear out all the rubbish, and move what they needed to the congregational chapel on Monday evening, for that week. She could not believe the huge amount of rubbish accumulated over years of what she called neglect. She arranged for the old instruments found under the platform to go to the
overseas department, and having found uniforms from what she saw as out of the ark, she donated these to a local museum with the two old flags. The local officers had finally agreed on the colour scheme, the heating system and the new chairs, which would finally replace those old Victorian relics, the moveable forms; comfort was essential if the citadel was going to be a place of worship and community outreach. Finally in a real sense of achievement, the lower hall which had remained unused for some years was going to be re-modelled to include a small kitchen in the old boiler room, as the monolith boiler was finally being assigned to history, with a new wall mounted boiler going into the kitchen upstairs. This new huge space, would allow the army to do so much needed outreach in the town in a multi-functioning room, with its entrance off the rear of the hall in the car park of the town hall. Okay she thought, this might be exactly what the corps now needs to begin its revival in Avondale. After all, the army is much more than banners and bonnets, it has to be a living example of Gods love in action. As CO, if I can achieve this for the corps and then get moved in the next general farewell then at least my successor has a building and, people revived. But, in reality, did she really want to move so soon, now things were on the move?
CHAPTER 9 God can do ... A Need to Stop, and Listen Sarah knew she was not certainly out of her depth, but, it would be wise to seek some pastoral advice, just in case she was out of step. She called Major Dodds, her Divisional Commander he was not in the office, so she ended up speaking to Mrs Major Polly Dodds, his wife. She was so caring towards Sarah, in away mothering, of soughts. She suggested that she and her husband call in to see Sarah the next day, as they were in the vicinity at the nearby corps of Stockhampton; in the morning visiting the over sixties club luncheon. So they could call in on Sarah in the afternoon. So, the dye was cast, Sarah
could now discuss her plan of action with her earthly boss, the DC, and prayed over the details beforehand with her heavenly boss, surely, he will give her something to go on? She had an hour or so, before she needed to leave for the band practice, she did not really need to be there but, felt for some reason an uneasiness, perhaps even a prompt to just be there on speck so to speak. She was always one to go with her inner voice, perhaps the Holy Spirit was leading from the front, she laughed at how many times before, such prompts had resulted in profound changes in circumstances, but this time, the desire to go to the practice was one thing, but the excused to not go, were many: two sermons to finish, the weekly stats to do, the talk for the women of the Gas Federation to prepare, it was only two days away, Friday was the monthly meeting. But, what on earth she should say in a topic a day in the life of a Salvation Army Officer. Well if I tell it as it is, goodness knows how I will make the good bits fit around the barrage of difficulties. This was indeed, officership! But, a domestic goddess she was not, housework, washing and other cleaning chores were still to do, and the DC was coming tomorrow afternoon, pastoral duties or housework? The choice was easy, pastoral work Band practice would get her impromptu visit. The uneasiness did not leave her, so she decided to put her uniform. Once in her tunic, she had about half an hour before she needed to leave the quarters, so she decided to pray. In the quietness of her contemplation she could feel the blessedness of the Holy Spirit as He empowered her thoughts, she just knew deeply that He was ahead of her all she needed to do was be obedient. Leaving her prayer closet, that simple and yet gentle place within her soul, she felt refreshed and revived as she put on her bonnet, her overcoat and picked up her briefcase which always carried her well thumbed, Bible and Song book. Whatever may assail tonight, she was now ready. So, reluctantly, to the Citadel she went. If a battle was brewing she better be at the head of the first volley. Matts Triumph In another part of the town the Stewards of the Methodist Circuit were holding a meeting, nothing unusual at that, but, apart from the usual Methodist matters the question about being part of the new Churches Council was also going to be discussed, moreover who would be the two officers attending its meetings. Matt put a good case for the need to work together, but, the opposition was clearly not in favour, especially from those at Trinity. Northville and St Andrews thought it was a splendid idea and it work certainly show that the Church was doing more than speaking about
its faith, but putting faith into some action, albeit on a small scale to start with two stewards being assigned to the project. As Trinity was very formal in its worship and ways, it was obvious that its more conservative congregation would not be part of this arrangement. Although they would still want to be part of the say so and any future decisions, probably because they may miss out on something happening in their favour. However, Matt was able to make sure that the circuit had made the decision. The meeting ended with prayer but, soon after, but, it was John Pratt who collared Matt before he left. Matt he said: I know that we have not always seen, eye to eye over most things, but this time even though I am reluctant to give my vote to the arrangement, I will be praying for its success. Matt response was a gentle thank you, thats all I can ask of you No said, John, I dont know what it is, cant put my finger but, there is a real wind of change coming into the Churches here, I dont want to thwart it, in fact I told Tom from the Sally Army that too, he said he felt it too. Look Matt, just accept my cautiousness, in time, I might catch the vision. Matt now joined by Carol, said good afternoon to John and left the Trinity Vestry for home. Impromptu Visitors Entering the citadel by the rear doors, she heard the band playing, it sounded so good and inviting. It would be the last practice in the citadel for three months while the building had its much needed overhaul finally sanctioned by the Property Department and DHQ. Entering the main hall, she saw the band in action. Bandmaster Pickles, gestured to her, a warm glowing smile, so she though at least hes not in a funny with me. Sgt Major was, playing his trombone, and noticing Sarah, his face was thunder; in fact he missed a couple of notes in the music. Once the band stopped playing, she went onto the platform. Most of the eighteen strong bandsmen/women were pleased to see her. But she could tell that about five of the bandsmen were a little cooler than usual. Never mind she thought she made her point in being there that was all that mattered. Bandmaster asked her to close the practice in prayer, which she gladly did. Following, Sgt Major took her to one side and said, that he was not going to back anything that was not army orientated, or, at worse brought churchy stuff into the corp.s, he then went onto tell her, in a very heated and offhand manner, that most of the corps were behind him and that, well it was his corps, he was not going to let her take the corps into churchy ways! But, he had been speaking to John Pratt who was going to give his minister at
the Methodists the benefit of the doubt; but, he could not see his way forward to do the same for her. She realised at that point she would have a real battle to face soon enough. But, she reminded him, it was Gods corps and that the buck stopped with Him and Him alone. However, he retaliated by calling over, some of the band, who seemed to agree with him. The bottom line, at least, implied, was more or less a warning, to do things our way, as we have done for years, or move on to another appointment; stark choice she thought! She was never easily stopped in her tracks but, this downright hurt. Now eighteen months into the appointment, and she leave, I dont think so, she thought! Nevertheless, those in the band who could not help but here the full vent of Toms concerns, shared in the now open debate, that they agreed with her refreshing approach, spoke kindly too her, with respect and care. She felt, at that moment, alone and yet comforted. Her Bandmaster could not help voicing his opinion either. Look, Tom, he said, we finally have a CO who has finally taken our Corps kicking and screaming into the light of day; why stop this Spirit led vision, with your petty attitude? Tom, snorted, and responded, but, we are army not church, or anything else, and I am the one to carry the can when things go wrong. Sarah stood back from this long overdue altercation. It lasted some half an hour, everyone present had something to say, doubts, mixed feelings, concerns, but, it was a common enough consensus that at last a CO was being a CO, pastoral, caring, both for the people, the buildings and the district, what more did they really want? Sarah now spoke from her heart. You all know how hard my appointment has been amongst you all, nodding heads agreed; well, I believe this corps has been completely in Spiritual Inertia for donkeys years only just functioning, not really being the dynamic outreaching corps God wants and desires. We are at the last band practice in this building for some weeks, when we return, we will have a much more useful building, lets use our exodus, at the congregational chapel as a time of prayer and preparation for the promised land. So that when we return, we will be Gods Army, if that means working more closely with our brothers and sisters of other Churches, so let it be. At that moment, two of the bandsmen started singing, all there is of me Lord slowly joined by everyone else, tears flowed and many made a fresh commitment at the Mercy Seat, including Sarah. This impromptu time went on for over an hour, but, it resulted in such a profound sense of lifting of burdens, and a rekindling of the spark that first drove each of them.
For the first time in months, she now knew, personally and painfully why the appointment had been hard and in reality, from a practical way, why the hall was falling apart, why the outreach well, was not really outreach, the welcome was at best lukewarm for outsiders, and worst still, the corps reputation in the community was, not good at all! In reality, the corps was, to all intense and purpose, in decay, not fit for Gods real purpose, to save souls. She thought, William Booth, the founder, often use to say, Go for souls, and go for the worst! But, what you do, when the worst souls are actually in the corps itself? Well that was answered that night, loudly and clearly by the Lord: let me be your breakthrough and she had to agree, his timing was again perfect in the brokenness. A brokenness that repaired and remade cracked pots and broken vessels. When the level of the holy spirits presence gently subsided, each and everyone present some still crying, visibly moved by the impact of the outpouring of Gods Spirit. But, finally in one accord, the best was yet to come and the inertia that had so wrecked the corps spirit was indeed removed by the refining fire. Sarah, now very composed and positive; simply led everyone in the Lords Prayer, and there were hugs, and handshakes all round. At last we had listened, Sarah thought, and the Lord had lead us through the wall, Inertia was finally giving way to turbulence, that would impact and contain the future. Mother, Knows Best! Returning to the quarters, she felt elated, and, all the more determined to continue her mission. The phone rang, which took her mind off the moment, she rose to answer, it was the welcome voice of her mother, did she need her mothers care right now and launched into the blow by blow account of her day. Sally Miles was a strong minded, Salvationist, a widow with two sons and Sarah. She had been an officer in her earlier years and left officership to marry Sarahs father, William. Settling in, the South Wales Valleys. Ironically, Sally was a Lancashire girl, born and bred in Manchester and so she was so pleased when her daughter was appointed to Lancashire. But, sadly not to her home division but the one next door, never mind she thought, at least she is in Lancs. So understanding how Lancashire folk tick was no problem at all for Sally, and with her officership experience, she could listen to her daughters troubles without interfering. Her only timely advice had been, talk to your DC and, take his pastoral advice. Sarah felt much better for talking to her mother, always so spot on, never judging, always caring. Mum will
visit soon she thought that will help a lot as her timely preaching could be useful for at least one Sunday. The formidable women her mother was, made her what she was, solid in her faith and forthright in her resolute calling as an officer, but, boy do doubts cloud judgement. Oddly mum said: I know its not been easy, being in charge, you have only yourself to rely on, decisions are often hard, and when you have the CSM as a thorn in the side, who considers himself above the officer, it can only lead to a downward spiral in the corps family life. That night she was able to share the happenings at Band Practice. Mum, listen and then, gave a loud: hallelujah. I have been praying and our lot for you and the corps. Now, I know God was in the middle of all your eighteen months of heartache, and even in those times you wanted to let go; praise God, for indeed all blessings come from Him. Now my girl, you can only look forward. Mum recalled her own officership, short appointments, some just six months long, others a little longer, she certainly understood the armys standing about familiarity breeding contempt in corps life. She told her daughter, to be firm but fair in all her dealings and that now her steadfastness was finally going to bring this ailing corps back from the spiritual brink, she needed to maintain upon her steadfastness, and show her true metal as the commanding officer and not be the perceived frail girl the CSM obviously saw her as! Because even though the Lord had indeed made a breakthrough, now the battle will really begin as the divisive devil will try all the harder to wreck the future. So, you now need to ensure that your teaching is strong, gospel based and full of food for a hungry corps, who had been starving themselves of spiritual nourishment. Food for thought, comfort she expected, but, actually, a gentle warning to be ever on her guard, from a loving mother, who as a CSM herself now, and a former CO, she knew both sides of the argument bottom line advice, show your metal now! Mums final words were simple and honest: let the redeemed of the Lord, say so, why not go back to basics and teach pure and simple scriptural tenants of holiness living and conduct that would hit home better than any squabble or argument, building a people of power and praise. Thanks mum, she said, a little brighter, and the call ended with the usual love you loads, my cariad.
CHAPTER 10 Refining Fire Renewed Hope and Vision After the impact of the band practice had abated and the corps had finally moved back into a newly ordered citadel, a very different Tom and Vi, asked to speak to Sarah. Sarah was
not surprised as over the first month back in the citadel they had gone out of their way to be supportive and even more effective in their respective roles. Tom, never one to beat about the bush: I would like to relinquish my role as Sergeant Major, and before Sarah could manage a reply; Vi, chimed in with so do I. Sarah was quiet taken back at this news. Of course she asked why. Tom and Vi simply said that they had really not enjoyed these respected roles for some considerable time and that they felt God was leading them into other work within the corps. After a long discussion, Sarah agreed that she would accept both their resignations at the next corps council and she was pleased that they wanted to start an outreach in the new lower hall for the over sixties, and manage the citadels cleaning schedule, which before the reordering had been so ad hoc. Sarah was very agreeable, but could still not help wondering what was going on. But, she realised that God had his hand on the steering of the corps and so that should be enough information. Going for Growth The Avondale Church Council had reached a milestone in that it had been formally agreement between all the Churches, even the Pentecostal and Brethren. The simplest of agreement was that they would all work together to ensure that Avondale has Churches that provide spiritual support to all. Also, that a body that agreed that they all had equal status on the Council, no larger share because one was bigger than the other, or it had better qualified clergy. They would always respect each others doctrine and articles and would seek to be a force for good within the town. The dream of Dolly Paxton was being revealed frame by frame, as God was working in all the Churches, allowing fresh dialogue and commitments all round. The most eventful decision was that as the Citadel was right in the heart of the town, centrally more so that the others, that Churches would join together in promoting community activities together in the new lower hall; moreover, even the Pentecostal Church who each year held a preaching convention would hire the citadel for the event and invite preachers from the other Churches for the first time. Sarahs Evaluation Sarah had been at Avondale for three years and as the General Farewell was soon going to be upon the army movement, now wondered if she would now be moving. Of course questions were being asked by her soldiery but, she knew nothing until early in March a call from her DC arranged a visit to see her. At that point, her heart sank, was she now
going to leave Avondale? How could she feel so emotional, this corps had taken so much from her; but in reality, it had found a place in her heart, it would be hard indeed to leave! Sitting down in her sitting room with the Brigadiers, as is custom they went over the highs and lows of Sarahs appointment, asking many questions and again ensuring that Sarah was able to understand her impact in this appointment. Sarah had only one thing on her mind, when are they going to tell me Im under farewell orders? Should she be worried, she was not sure, but, deep down she knew something was about to change in Avondale. Polly then said: we have come to a decision that you could do with some help, Sarah looked puzzled, Captain Pauline Beasley has been on a Goodwill assignment in the Midlands which is coming to its nature end. She has been engaged in encouraging community work in several corps, and we are wondering if you would consider having her as your second in command to take forward the new community work initiatives? Sarah looked dumb struck:, what wrong said Maxwell? I thought you were here to inform me I would be moving?. Sarah my dear, you still have quite some work to do here. Polly then went on: This would mean sharing your quarters with Pauline. If you are amenable this arrangement, which I hope you are, said, Maxwell, I will inform the Field Department next week. Sarah, was totally agreeable, as this would take away some of the pressure. But what she was not aware of, was, God was moving in His wonderful ways, to ensure that a bond of friendship through officership service was to be brought into being, in which many would be influenced for the kingdom. Now back to our agenda, Sarah, said, Maxwell. Now you must not tell anyone about the appointment of Pauline, as yet. Sarah wondered who was the DC? As Mrs Brigadier did most of the talking and albeit appeared to make the decisions, but that aside, they were a couple of gentle leaders who took no prisoners or indeed, passengers. They were, like caring parents and in fact, if it wasnt for both of them in times of difficulties being at the end of the phone, she would have not been sitting here now. Make contact with Pauline, and start to plan ahead, said Polly, always interrupting her husband. Maxwell then said: Pauline, will be issued with farewell orders on Monday, and in six weeks time at the National Move, she will join your command. Next weekend I want you to announce a change to the command of the corps; firstly, your years of service promotion to the rank of Major; and secondly, your continued command, of the corps; with a second officer Captain Beasley. How does that sound to you? A happy Sarah simply said: wonderful really wonderful. Polly, ever the thoughtful mother: I have approved your order for your new uniform as this time of the year with rank changes and commissioning, trade (that is the name for the army supplies department) would
be extremely busy, and I have orders two sets of major epaulettes for your current uniforms too! On a practical level said Maxwell: Pauline is a trained childrens nurse, this, will help the outreach work you plan. She also drives a car, as I know you dont currently drive yourself, this will be an asset to you both. So that is that, said Maxwell. Anything else Sarah: yes, I know its not usually asked, but does this mean my appointment here, will be much longer?.You know very well said Maxwell: I cannot give you any time span, but I can tell you that, in all probability youre here for a while yet. Avondale. Its Sarah Calling That evening Sarah telephoned Pauline. A relieved Pauline, confided in Sarah of the hardness of her current appointment, she was looking forward to being actually part of a corps again, as working around corps even though its goodwill, community based, you have no place, something Sarah knew much about from her own experiences. They both wondered why, ministry is so difficult for women these days, why are women seen as subservient to men. Difficult questions demand careful answers, but in there own hearts they knew that they were called of God, and that was all that really mattered. This would be the first of many telephone conversations over the next month as they both prepared for the new arrangements to the Avondale appointment. Sarah sitting back in her arm chair that night finally realise that for the first time, she was really valued as an officer, that her problems had been listened too, and in part, solved by her divisional leaders. Nevertheless, DHQ was miles away, she was in command and now it finally felt like she had new vigour to move forward. She knelt at her hearth, and re-dedicated herself to her work, knowing: that when God calls he also equips. She enjoyed a peaceful evening that other evening had not been for some considerable time. Polly then led a short time of prayer, thanking God for His guidance and support, and his blessing for a bright future for
New Beginnings On Thursday 17th May Major Sarah Miles officially welcomed Captain Pauline Beasley, as second in command, and a very happy Corps Secretary, congratulated Major Miles on her new rank on behalf of the corps.
Many renewed comrades praised the day that Sarah came to be the CO, finally in a renewed spirit and building they began to reach out and be the people of God. The Churches Council grew from strength to strength and over the successive three years of this new effectual ministry became a source of faith, hope and charity. When it came for Sarah and Pauline to leave, as is the custom, they both went in faith to the next appointment, as a partnership of formidable female ministry. In the ensuing years Avondale became a place of blessing across the Churches as the Holy Spirit as foretold in Dollys dream brought a refreshing of a magnitude still talked about till this day.
EPILOGUE The calling of each and every minister is holy and precious, the vitality of a congregation is born on the humbling of each soul under the mission and vision of that
minister, so called. A congregation should cherish and encourage their respective charge, the minister, as s/he brings the message of salvation to each and everyone. Like the story, there is a Sarah, a Matt, Peter, Dolly, Brian and Manny in every living Church, and town; each with: their own unique talents, passion and even baggage. But, even more so, there personal sacrifices, and sometimes, hurts at the hands of congregations, this aside, each has a calling burning in their hearts. Through there calling have placed their lives on the line for a living Gospel, those in there charge, respectfully should cherish them. Sometimes when we are not catching the vision as a place of worship, we are not listening to the message; in not doing, we are found wanting. A breakthrough can take as long as a piece of string therefore, how long is the string you are holding? Inertia is the bane of the modern day Church, it stifles growth, curtails mission and saps the life out of the people of God. To break the cycle of inertia, listening is vital, listening to the Spirit, and allowing the turbulence that He brings create in you a clean heart and renew a right spirit within you! Then and only then are we truly men and women of mission. If you have an ear, to hear, listen to what the Spirit is saying to the Churches; are you listening? Revelation - 3:13

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CHAPTER 1 Preparation and Expection

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