Message of Abbot Paul - Friday 20th May
Abbot Paul • May 19, 2022

Message from Fr Paul for Friday, 20th May 2022
This seems to be a very busy time of year, busier than I can ever remember. Did I become lazy during those two years of lockdown, or have a grown older and slower? Is it that people have come out of hibernation and are making up for lost time? Whatever the reason, there are days when there’s scarcely time to breathe. I’m really grateful to those who help me in any way to get my work done and often do it for me. I’m really moved by the kindness and generosity of others. May the good Lord reward them. At Belmont and in Herefordshire today, we keep the feast of St Ethelbert, King and Martyr, patron saint of the county, who was murdered on this day in the year 794 on the orders of King Offa, whose daughter he had come to seek in marriage. He was King of East Anglia and did much to build up the Church in his kingdom. May he pray for us and for peace in our war-torn world.
Today we continue reading the fifteenth chapter of John, (Jn 15: 12-17), where Jesus talks with his disciples during the Last Supper of how they should love one another and of their relationship with him and, in him, with the Father.
“This is my commandment:
love one another,
as I have loved you.
A man can have no greater love
than to lay down his life for his friends.
You are my friends,
if you do what I command you.
I shall not call you servants any more,
because a servant does not know
his master’s business;
I call you friends,
because I have made known to you
everything I have learnt from my Father.”
Jesus has loved us by laying down his life for us. There can be no greater love than to sacrifice our lives for others, wherever and however this occurs. It could be in war, or our care for the sick and the elderly. It would be our patience in difficult relationships. It could be giving our time and our skills to help others. There are so many ways in which we can lay down our life for our friends. Jesus calls us his friends and this is an invitation to call others our friends. I never cease to be amazed that Jesus would want me to be his friend, call me such and share so much with me, even the working of his heart and mind. In Jesus, the Father reveals himself to us, his children, and also reveals the intentions of his heart.
Jesus continues speaking of discipleship.
“You did not choose me:
no, I chose you;
and I commissioned you
to go out and to bear fruit,
fruit that will last;
and then the Father will give you
anything you ask him in my name.
What I command you is to love one another.”
We have been chosen by Christ to be his disciples and his friends and he has commissioned us to bear much fruit in the life that God has given us. At times it’s difficult for us to see God’s plan in our lives, but that doesn’t mean to say that there isn’t one. One day we will understand, when we look back and see how God was working in and through us, perhaps for the salvation of others. Life is a great mystery, but a mystery that will gradually be revealed to us by Jesus, our friend. Let us place all our hope and trust in him.

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.