Message of Abbot Paul - Sunday 24th July
Abbot Paul • July 23, 2022

'Our Father' doors, Sagrada Familia, Barcelona
Message from Fr Paul for Sunday, 24th July 2022
Central to all faiths is prayer, communion with God. This can be intercessory prayer, praise and thanksgiving, a response to sacred scripture or the prayer of silent contemplation or prayer of the heart. It’s clear from the Gospels that Jesus was deep into the art of prayer, he prayed at all times and in all places, his life was pure prayer which he lived in communion with his heavenly Father in the power of the Holy Spirit. You can see that this was the area of his life that fascinated his disciples most. They were more than curious; they wanted to be able to do what Jesus did, spend nights in prayer in the solitude of the heart.
In our Gospel today, Luke (Lk 11: 1-13) recounts an occasion when the disciples asked Jesus to teach them to pray, because John the Baptist had taught his disciples. Now we don’t know what John taught them, but we do know and base our lives on what Jesus taught his. First of all, he gave them a little prayer they could memorise, not that prayer was to be something recited by memory at speed. Hence the brevity of the Lord’s Prayer, particularly the version we find in Luke. He tells them to say this when they pray:
“Father, may your name be held holy,
your kingdom come;
give us each day our daily bread,
and forgive us our sins,
for we ourselves forgive each one who is in debt to us.
And do not put us to the test.”
We are to call God our Father and acknowledge his holiness. We long for the coming of his kingdom, that God might be all in all. As for our needs and those of others, we pray for what is essential and for what God wants to give us. Aware of our fragility and sinfulness, we ask for forgiveness, promising to forgive those who have offended us. We recognise that forgiveness must be reciprocal. There are times when the struggles of life are too much for us to bear and we give in before them. We ask that when that happens, we will remain strong before the power of evil.
In addition to praying the very words of Jesus, he also gives his disciples some examples and advice. To begin with there’s a sort of parable on persistence or perseverance in prayer. We must never give up, for God listens even when we think he doesn’t. Then comes the assurance that God always listens and gives us what is best for us. Ultimately, God wants to give us the Holy Spirit, his most precious and perfect gift. What is more, he knows our needs and fulfils every one of them. Let us thank God, today, for his goodness and incomparable generosity to us in Christ.

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.