This was an after dinner speech that I gave to the Guildford Cathedral bellringers in January 2017
Summonsed by bells: an
appreciation of bell, bell ringing and bell ringers
First, on behalf
of the Cathedral Chapter may I thank you all for your ringing at the cathedral
this past year, and for all the ways you help the cathedral make its mark in,
and connect with, the local community, and beyond.
May I thank you
personally too for your kind invitation to join you for this splendid dinner.
I want to make a
few remarks reflecting on being ‘summonsed by bells’ to borrow John Betjeman’s evocative
phrase.
Bells have been
in the news since your last annual dinner. As ringers around the country know,
the bells of York Minster have been silenced. The reasons for this go beyond
the practice of ringing bells http://www.archbishopofyork.org/articles.php/3546/york-minster-bell-ringers, but the story caught the
popular imagination and reminded us of something of the significance of bells.
As the Canon
charged with the Cathedral’s relationship with our own band of ringers I am
acutely aware of that significance. Ironically perhaps, I was asked by the Dean
to take on this role the day before the York story broke: would it be a
poisoned chalice for me? Thankfully not! We enjoy good, fruitful and, I trust,
mutually beneficial relationships, for which the cathedral is deeply grateful.
Change ringing,
the pattern of ringing bells in sequences, is quintessentially English: nowhere
else in the world is there that tradition.
That said, I also
love something of the chaotic bells of the continent. A single insistent bell
ringing all the way through, and then the frenzy builds up as all the bells
join in one by one, dying down to the single, patient bell.
Change ringing,
which I love too, is widely acknowledged to be a feature of both the English
landscape and cityscape (think Oranges
and Lemons).
To my regret my
last parish only had one bell. The local lore had it that the bells were melted
down by Cromwell to make cannon balls to besiege the local big house. As always
the truth is rather less glamorous. The bells were sold to a neighbouring
church in the late nineteenth century because of a weak tower.
Astonishingly there
are those who object to the sound of bells.
Tales abound of
new residents moving in next to medieval churches and finding to their horror
that the custom of centuries endures, and the bells sound, and are loud.
Periodically a
story hits the press, such as the irate neighbour who took an axe to a medieval
church door in a vain attempt to silence the bells.
From time to time
the Cathedral also gets intemperate emails from my flock, students at the
University of Surrey, complaining about being woken early by bells; well, early
for them perhaps.
Aside from the
politics of the issue what caught media attention was that in York the bells
would be silent for important times such as Christmas and ringing in the New
Year. The first verse of Tennyson’s In
Memoriam captures this:
Ring out, wild bells, to the
wild sky,
The flying
cloud, the frosty light:
The year is
dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let
him die.
The final verse
articulates the wider point that I want to make, that bells convey something
more than just a nice sound wash over a nostalgic English scene.
Ring in the valiant man and
free,
The larger
heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the
darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to
be.
We ring bells on
all sorts of occasions: to celebrate coronations, royal births and jubilees; to
mark anniversaries and celebrations like weddings; to announce the beginning
and end wars; we half muffle the bells to remember the dead. Above all bells
call us to worship.
Buts bells are
not just significant in England.
When the church
bells in Bartella, Iraq http://www.reuters.com/article/us-mideast-crisis-iraq-bartella-idUSKCN12L2HU started ringing again after
two years of silence it was hugely significant. The bells were silenced by ISIL
during their occupation of the town. The bells mark a presence, the presence of
a community that seeks to witness both to its own presence and to its
proclamation of something beyond itself.
Above all this is
why I value bells. Bells have a deep seated place in Christian worship and
society. After all, like people they are dedicated for use through ceremony
akin to baptism. They are sacramental.
As the people of
Bartella know they are not just a jolly sound that emanates from churches that
like that sort of thing, as part of the heritage industry. Rather, they are
alive, and calling people to prayer, alerting them to danger and rejoicing.
And those who
ring them have a special place in the churches life usually hidden and unseen
but saying to our society and congregations, ‘the church is here, visible and
audible; come and see’.
Thank you for all
you do in that missionary proclamation. And happy ringing for this coming year.
