Message of Abbot Paul - Friday 15th July
Abbot Paul • July 15, 2022

Yesterday was another busy day at Chapter, where we discussed monastic formation, the way we train newcomers to the monastic life and how the rest of us keep on our toes and up to date. I won’t bore you with the details, but the discussions were fruitful and , I believe, will give excellent results. I attach a few photographs of the abbey church and one of myself with the abbot, who looks as though he were my son!
Our Gospel passage for today begins a new section of Matthew, (Mt 12: 1-8), an episode I’ve always found a breath of fresh air and most encouraging. It begins, “Jesus took a walk one sabbath day through the cornfields.” Jesus invites each one of us to walk with him today through the cornfields, to walk each day of our lives with him. “His disciples were hungry and began to pick ears of corn and eat them.” I’m not sure what the Pharisees we’re doing there in the cornfields to see this, unless they were spying on Jesus, which is possible. They complain to Jesus that his disciples are doing something forbidden on the sabbath. Jesus replies with two examples from the Old Testament, firstly of how King David and his men also broke the Law by eating of the loaves of offering in the Temple on the sabbath because they were hungry. Then there’s the case of the priests of the Temple who regularly break the Law on the sabbath and no one blames them. Jesus reminds them that, “there is something greater than the Temple here.”
Jesus tells the Pharisees that they have forgotten the true purpose of the Law and forgotten the meaning of God’s words in the Prophet, “What I want is mercy, not sacrifice.” Charity is above the Law and Jesus, Son of God, is the only true interpreter of the Law. The disciples were hungry, so they had every right to eat. There is no virtue in going hungry just to keep the pharisaic interpretation of the Law. Those who are hungry have the right to eat: they do not break the Law in doing so.
Today’s Gospel is a timely reminder to help those who are going hungry in our world, especially in our own country. It also reminds us of the freedom we have as disciples of Jesus always to act with charity, walking with him through the cornfields of life.


Bishop Mark Jabalé OSB RIP Given at his funeral by Dom Alexander Kenyon Baby Jean Pierre (Mark) Jabale was born on October 16th, 1933, in Alexandria, Egypt. As he said, himself, his background could be considered “cosmopolitan”: his father was Lebanese / French and his Mother, British / Greek / French. He also reminded people that he wasn’t Egyptian. Through his mother, Arlette, he was related to St. Jean Vianney, so it was, perhaps, no surprise that he followed in his priestly footsteps. His father, Jean, was MD of Fiat and Simca cars Europe and, maybe surprisingly or not, he did love a car – not, however, Italian cars, but German; he loved his Audis. Perhaps we should begin today by remembering his mother and father, his brothers Christian and Paul and his nieces, here today, Aline and Nathalie and Isabelle and their families – they were so dear to him and he to them and I know they miss him enormously. Young Jean wanted to join the Navy and came to England, to Belmont Abbey school but the Lord had other ideas – he ended up joining the rather land locked monastery, our dear, late Fr. Raymund opining that he wouldn’t last a month. After a rather uninspiring course of priestly studies (his words, not mine) he studied for a Licentiate in French literature in Fribourg, then a Dip Ed at Strawberry Hill and played Rugby there – the Papist Witch Doctor as he was affectionately known. Teaching followed, at Belmont, Housemaster, acting Headmaster, then to Alderwasley, our prep school in Derbyshire as Headmaster, and then back to Belmont soon after as Headmaster. In 1983 he went to Peru to build our first monastery there only to realise there was little money. So, he returned to the UK to put in a stint of fundraising with his usual zeal and determination. With his mission accomplished he was asked by Abbot Alan to return to Belmont as his prior in 1986 – Peru remained close to his heart. In 1993 he was elected Abbot. In his time as Abbot, he had to preside over the closure of the school, necessary but no less painful for him. In 2000 he was appointed coadjutor Bishop of Menevia and succeeded Bishop Mullins in 2001. He retired as Ordinary in 2008 and “retired” to Chipping Norton as parish priest, then Hendon, saying Mass for the nuns and helping with confirmations. After a spell at Archbishop’s House, Westminster, living with his great friend Cardinal Nichols, he came home to Belmont – it was as though he had never been away and he loved being back in the monastery, particularly praying the Office with the community. That’s the list, of sorts, but it doesn’t really say “who” he was. I haven’t mentioned his outstanding contribution to rowing – the 1979 coxless, lightweight four gold medal at the world championships in Bled, which almost didn’t happen as, at the last minute, he was told there was no money to send the crew. He begged, cajoled and got them there – the video footage of the final is compelling. He transformed Henley Royal Regatta, writing a computer programme for the race results – he was well ahead of his time. He coached the Oxford Boat, ran the Heads of the River Schools Regatta, and more. What an achievement from someone who had never sat in a boat but learned on the job, as he said, “from books, mainly”. It was his determination, his commitment, his love of people and his drive to share what he had that is, perhaps, one of the key things to celebrate about him. And it was underpinned by his rock-solid faith – nothing overly pious, nothing showy, but a faith and a love of the Lord built on granite. Even his occasional lack of patience (sorry Mark) extended to that faith; ‘why won’t God call me?”. At the risk of being irreverent my response was always “would you want you?”. But God did want him, and he knew it. God had a purpose for his Apostle during his life and he now rests with Him in eternity. His purpose was, simply, to bring the joy of the Lord into the lives of others, in many and varied ways. A few weeks before Mark died, Pope Francis died. When the late Pope was seriously ill the son of friends of mine who entertained Mark and I to lunch regularly, was distraught at overhearing mum and dad say the Pope may die. He couldn’t stop crying. “But darling”, they said, “you don’t know the Pope, why so very sad?”. “We do know him” came the reply, “it’s Mark”. “No, Mark isn’t the Pope”. “Oh, so when the Pope does die will Mark be Pope then?”. Mark loved that one. When Mark himself did die said son would only be pacified by picking flowers from the garden and bringing them to church for him. He wanted to show how much Mark meant to him and wanted to give a little something back. That is the real biography – a man loved, respected, a man who shared what he had, above all his faith, a man who touched so many lives and made them better.  Rest in peace our dear friend.