Message of Abbot Paul - Saturday 30th December 2023
Abbot Paul • December 29, 2023
​Today is the first day of the Octave of Christmas which isn’t accompanied by the feast of a saint, so it can be celebrated fully as a continuation of Christmas Day. The early Church followed the Jewish tradition of celebrating major feasts for eight days, in which each day was of equal value, a week, counting the days inclusively. In the New Testament, we can see how this custom came to be. The Resurrection of Jesus took place on the first day of the week, the Lord’s Day. John’s Gospel recounts that eight days’ later, the disciples were gathered together again in the Upper Room and that this time Thomas was with them. Jesus appears to them and speaks with Thomas, who is able to declare his faith in the Risen Christ. Circumcision took place on the eighth day, so when Christmas came to be celebrated its octave concluded with the feast of the Circumcision of Jesus. This became associated with Christian Baptism, so from an early period, baptismal fonts were octagonal. Soon other major feasts, such as the Epiphany, Pentecost and the Dedication of a church also acquired an Octave. Then this was extended to the celebrations of the saints, Our Lady, St John the Baptist and the Apostles, Peter and Paul. You could say that Church life and the liturgical cycle became practically one long celebration. It was Pope St Pius V, who first reduced the number of octaves in the Church’s calendar and this work of liturgical simplification continued with Pope Leo XIII, Pope St Pius X, Pope Pius XII and Pope St Paul VI. Today, there are just three octaves: Christmas, Easter and Pentecost, so let’s make the most of them.
​Our Gospel passage for today comes from Luke and concludes the account of the Presentation of the Child Jesus in the Temple, forty days after his birth. We hear of the prophetess Anna. “She was well on in years. Her days of girlhood over, she had been married for seven years before becoming a widow. She was now eighty-four years old and never left the Temple, serving God night and day with fasting and prayer. She came by just at that moment and began to praise God; and she spoke of the child to all who looked forward to the deliverance of Jerusalem.” She is one of those Biblical characters, who link the Old with the New Testament. She recognises the babe in Mary’s arms to be the long-expected Messiah, but talking about the deliverance of Jerusalem, as she does, seems to indicate that she, too, was expecting a political leader and freedom fighter rather than the incarnate Son of God and Redeemer of the world. We can, of course, interpret her words in a spiritual sense, if we prefer, but many in Israel, even among his disciples, were expecting much less than what Jesus came to accomplish.
​Then comes the return to Nazareth and the hidden years of Jesus’ life. “When they had done everything the Law of the Lord required, they went back to Galilee, to their own town of Nazareth. Meanwhile the child grew to maturity, and he was filled with wisdom; and God’s favour was with him.” Maturity, wisdom and favour are the three stages in his upbringing that Luke emphasises. When Jesus appears to Israel, his ministry will show forth that inner life acquired in the home of Mary and Joseph. May they be blessed for their part in the Mystery of the Incarnation and the History of our Salvation. Amen.
From Francis to Leo: A special event with Christopher Lamb of CNN in conversation with Austin Ivereigh who commentated for the BBC on the transition from Pope Francis to Pope Leo.
On 12th June an Ecumenical Service was held at Hereford Cathedral to celebrate the 1700th anniversary of the Council of Nicea.
Archbishop Mark O'Toole, of Cardiff-Menevia presided at the Requiem Mass for Bishop Mark, while Abbot Brendan conducted his burial. Cardinal Vincent Nichols preached a homily full of warmth and affection for Bishop Mark which is reproduced below.
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.
Our brethren in Peru were delighted with the election of Pope Leo.
