Isling Meths

Islington’s Central Methodist Church describes itself as ‘a vibrant church’:

'our all inclusive worship sees both older and younger members of the congregation come together in fellowship and praise'

The building, however, looks tired and worn. This is no particular criticism of the people called Methodist; it behoves Christians to spend time and money on human beings, not bricks. Rather, it is the style that looks weary. Although I cannot find a record of its construction, it must have looked cutting edge and avant-garde with its flat roof, exposed brickwork and large expanses of single-pane glass. This modern style must have complimented the 'modernist' theology published by mid-twentieth-century Methodist pulpits and colleges. Yet fashion never endures for long; that which is novel and fresh soon becomes dated and stale. Only the old gospel of sins’ forgiveness can survive the shifting sands of culture and taste; a church which preaches anything else will appear increasingly jaded until the bulldozers come to replace it with a shopping mall or block of flats.

For the Lord is good;
His mercy is everlasting,
And His truth endures to all generations.

Ps 100:5, NKJV