Church Hostel Bangor is up for sale. aka The Anglican Chaplaincy, more affectionately: AngChap or simply for those of us who lived and worked there ‘home from home’.
We were always walking a tightrope whilst juggling the twin identities of this place, Hostel and Chaplaincy. Whether doing the accounts and applying for money, or justifying the existence of either to churches and dioceses. We created an intentional community taking 25 or so students, throwing them together in a building attempting to create some form of community for a year. Some years it worked better than others.
I’ve never been fond of church buildings in general because once established it is very difficult to let them go when they are no longer needed! Hence the title of the book “Beyond these walls”. Though it is useful to have a place from which to come and go. AngChap served that purpose well. I was, however, surprised at the level of emotion welling up when I heard the news that Church Hostel was up for sale. Hostel and Chaplaincy have for a number of years taken separate journeys in Bangor. So as Hostel it was Sanctuary. A home, a place of welcome and of hospitality. Often with rather wild parties, gatherings and events. Much like any other student accommodation I imagine. This was met with Chaplaincy, which offered the Light (to lighten the gentiles). It was indeed a place to come and go from. A Sanctuary and a Light. This twin purpose is perhaps the reason for the emotion. For it is always in the relationships with others that such memories are formed. The building for a time was, perhaps, a thin place. But it was those who gathered there who made it so. Gathered and scattered, more often than not scattered. Though we often began at AngChap, we found ourselves around the world in that community. Sent out to far and near for new experiences and challenges. To discover new places and meet new folk. To gather stories and return to tell others. Every memory comes with people in mind, for it was the folk who gathered who made it what it was, who marked it out as special. It was a place which spoke of, as the plaque in peace garden testifies, “The Love which moves the Sun and the other stars.”
I always remember one line from my dissertation written on Chaplaincy. It was from another chaplain who did not have a building to work from. He wrote that chaplaincy for them was ‘Abramic’. One pitches ones tent wherever it is needed. Perhaps then the tent will be re-pitched and one hopes that there will continue to be opportunities to offer both the Sanctuary and Light that so many of us enjoyed, revelled in and were moulded by in years past.