Message of Abbot Paul - Monday 29th August
Abbot Paul • August 28, 2022

Message from Fr Paul for Monday, 29th August 2022
Yesterday, together with our postulants Br Craig and Br Alvidas and a large number of pilgrims, it was an enormous joy and privilege to take part in the annual pilgrimage to the tomb of the Jesuit martyr St David Lewis at Usk in Monmouthshire. We began with Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament at the beautiful Catholic church, followed by Sung Vespers and Benediction. Then we processed with a relic of the saint while reciting litanies and the Rosary to the place of his execution. Here prayers were said, then we processed through the town centre to the graveyard surrounding the Anglican parish church of St Mary, from the 11th century until the dissolution of the monasteries a Benedictine nunnery, for it is here that our saint lies buried. Here further prayers were said and the relic venerated by the pilgrims. The whole celebration lasted two hours, after which I took the relic into St Mary’s to pray for the conversion of England and Wales. We must keep up the prayers and continue the work that St David Lewis left us to complete. We were all rewarded by an excellent tea.
Today I shall be visiting my mother, hopefully with Toby, his first visit since last October. It is the feast of the Martyrdom or Beheading of St John the Baptist and, although we would normally be expecting to begin our daily reading from Luke, today’s Mass has a special Gospel reading from Mark, (Mk 6: 17-29), which describes in great detail the circumstances of his beheading. It’s a well-known, somewhat gruesome and sorry tale, in which we see our saint put to death because of the foolish promise of a proud and stupid man in his cups. It is like a parable in that this is a sad story that has repeated itself throughout history, rash decisions made whilst under the influence of drink or drugs, or enslaved to lust, anger and blind rage. Such decisions were frequently made at the time of the Reformation and go on unabated to this day. We pray for those nations still governed by tyrants, where people, especially Christians, live in fear of their lives. I think of the Church in Nicaragua at this moment and ask you to pray for the grave situation there.

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.