Message of Abbot Paul - Monday 13th June
Abbot Paul • June 13, 2022

Message from Fr Paul for Sunday, 12th June 2022
Today all Western Churches celebrate the feast of the Holy Trinity, which gradually took shape from the time of the early Church councils and into the Middle Ages to counter those heresies that denied either the divinity or the humanity of Jesus and the divinity of the Holy Spirit. The Church also composed Creeds that from being used in the Baptismal Liturgy also came to be recited at the Eucharist on Sundays and feast days. Then there is the constant use of the doxology, “Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,” and the Invocation, “In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,” and the Trinitarian conclusion to collects and other prayers. as well as blessings given in the name of the Triune God. The feast itself on the Sunday after Pentecost serves to bring to an end the liturgical cycle we have celebrated from Advent through Christmas, the Epiphany, Lent, Holy Week, Easter, Ascension and Pentecost. The feast of the Holy Trinity brings it all together and completes it. We piece together what we have celebrated.
The short Gospel passage we read today comes from John, (Jn 16: 12-15), where Jesus describes his own mission as the fulfilment of the Father’s will and intentions, which will be reinforced and completed by the Spirit.
“Jesus said to his disciples:
‘I still have many things to say to you
but they would be too much for you now.
But when the Spirit of truth comes
he will lead you to the complete truth,
since he will not be speaking as from himself
but will say only what he has learnt;
and he will tell you of the things to come.
He will glorify me,
since all he tells you
will be taken from what is mine.
Everything the Father has is mine;
that is why I said:
All he tells you
will be taken from what is mine.’”
Creation, redemption and sanctification are the combined work of God, who is Father, Son and Holy Spirit, yet God, who is the very source of life, cannot be contained in words or understood by the human mind. Our thoughts, words and descriptions are approximations, spoken usually in analogies, for we can only compare God with what we do know. In his Treatise on the Trinity, St Augustine tries out several analogies to help us understand the Trinity. Here is one of them: The one who loves, the one who is loved and love itself. Many other great theologians have done the same, and they come to the conclusion that we can only know God through pray and contemplation and the lived experience of faith, of walking with God in the cloud of unknowing, searching for God, as St Benedict describes it. Yet God is free to reveal himself to anyone, at any time and in any way: God is not limited or bound by our restricted minds and knowledge. There is much to think about in today’s feast.

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.