Christianity from the 43 bus: 14. The Bells of St Clements. Perhaps.

Continuing a journey through London on the 43 bus route - with a Christian eye.  The whole series is viewable on the '43 bus route' tag below.

King William Street takes the 43 bus from the Bank of England to the City end of London Bridge, a wide straight road that therefore cannot be old and dates from (unsurprisingly) the reign of King William, immediately prior to Queen Victoria. 

Probably far above the various offices there is a flat or two, but on the face of it nobody seems to live in King William Street these days.  Yet at the other end of it from St Mary Woolnoth is another C of E Church, St Clement.

St Clements Lane, on which corner the church stands, is a tiny apology of a road off Eastcheap.  Eastcheap was one of the main thoroughfares of the old city, long before the likes of King William Street were built.  Eastcheap is seriously old dating back to Anglo-Saxon times!

The famous old nursery rhyme goes . . .

Oranges and lemons

Say the bells of St. Clement's

You owe me five farthings

Say the bells of St. Martin's

When will you pay me?

Say the bells of Old Bailey

When I grow rich

Say the bells of Shoreditch

But is this that St Clements? It is a dispute with St Clement Danes which plays the nursery rhyme tune on its bells to assert its point.

Squeezed between office buildings with next to no residents the existence of this church is a point of remark.  More surprising still in that in the early 1800s - when King William Street was built - there was a cull of City churches.  The population was moving to the new suburbs and there were churches - but not residents - everywhere in the old City.  St Clement very narrowly survived.

An obvious question is what is the usefulness of this church in the 21st century.  From the noticeboard above we can see that, like all City churches, it has its full complement of Alderman, Clerks, Beadle, Priest-in-charge and Councilmen.  Then there is the other noticeboard:

This board is in better shape than most churches I preach in, and quite cool. It is a reminder that the Church of England has operated imaginatively with its City of London church buildings.  A handful operate as normal parish churches but many otherwise.  Both St Mary Woolnoth (previous blog) and St Clement are part of three churches under the Imprint branding, providing contemporary ministry among London's many young professionals.

For me, this illustrates exactly the problem with my own Baptist 'tribe' and other non-conformists.  Under our umbrellas this church would simply have closed, greedy central funds drooling at the real estate value incoming.  St Clement lives on - for God's sake.

Christianity from the 43 bus: 13. John Newton

Continuing a journey through London on the 43 bus route - with a Christian eye.  The whole series is viewable on the '43 bus route' tag below.

Although the 43 bus route has often been changed over the years, and is due to change again shortly, conveniently for my blog it heads down Moorgate into the City of London, passing the west side of the Bank of England.  There it enters King William Street.

There on the first corner it comes to another candidate for the ugliest church in London (see THIS EARLIER BLOG), this time St Mary Woolnoth.   It is one of the almost unimaginable number of Church of England churches serving the City of London (and its population of less than 9000).

What sets St Mary Woolnoth apart is one of its former incumbents, John Newton.  Though famed as the sea captain of slaving ships who was dramatically converted and became vicar of Olney in Buckinghamshire, Newton was latterly the minister of St Mary Woolnoth.  He was famed in his day, and history has given him - and his hymn Amazing Grace, more fame still.

Wisely, perhaps, he chose to write his own epitaph, which to this day is on the church wall inside:

John Newton, 

clerk, 

once an infidel and libertine, 

a servant of slaves in Africa, 

was by the rich mercy of 

our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, 

preserved, restored, pardoned, 

and appointed to preach the faith

 he had long laboured to destroy.