Message of Abbot Paul - Saturday 27th August
Abbot Paul • August 26, 2022

Message from Fr Paul for Saturday, 27th August 2022
It was a great joy to welcome to the Abbey for Mass and Vespers no less than forty pilgrims walking from Swansea to Hereford on the St Thomas Way with the Diocese of Arundel and Brighton Ecumenical Walking Pilgrimages. They set out from Swansea on 13th August and end in Hereford today. All along the route they pray for the people they meet and the churches they visit and for families and friends at home. This pilgrimage was to have taken place two years’ ago to celebrate the 700th anniversary of the canonisation of St Thomas Cantilupe, St Thomas of Hereford. I’m always amazed how each day the Lord gifts us people to inspire and teach us, people we remember with thanksgiving.
Today we come to our last weekday reading from Matthew for this year, (Mt 25: 14-30), with the Parable of the Talents. Incidentally, it’s also the feast of St Monica, the mother of St Augustine of Hippo. She was instrumental in his conversion to the Christian faith, through her prayer and example. Let us thank God for our own mothers and grandmothers, whose greatest gift to us, together with the gift of life itself, was the gift of faith.
We all know the Parable of the Talents like the back of our hand, so I won’t repeat it, but I would say that the very first words of Jesus sum it up. “The kingdom of Heaven is like a man….” Who is that man but Jesus, the Son and Word of God, through whom all that is came to be and in whom all things are reconciled to the Father and filled with the Holy Spirit. Where Jesus, the Risen Christ and Saviour is, there is the kingdom, which is not a place but a Person, God himself, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. It is in our Risen Lord and the power of his Spirit that we are united to our heavenly Father through faith and baptism. Even so, with all that has been gifted us by God, the talents, much is expected of us as we respond lovingly to God’s love and the gift of life and salvation. Let us pray today and always for the grace to respond fully to all that God has given us in Christ and to do so in the joy of the Holy Spirit to the glory of the Father and for the good of our neighbour and the world in which we live.

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.