Message of Abbot Paul - Sunday 30th April 2023
Abbot Paul • April 30, 2023

Yesterday was a busy day. That is probably the understatement of the year to date! It began, as usual, long before dawn and was still going strong at 10.20pm when I sat down to write this message. It contained the daily monastic duties of prayer and work as well as exercise and fresh air with Toby, as real blessing for me.
Saturday is also the day when I finish off the parish newsletter, the monastic music list for the following week and other weekly items, such as bidding prayers. On Saturdays there is also the Parish Sunday Vigil at 4pm, a Mass started during Covid that now has a life of its own. In addition, parishioners organised a marvellous Fun Dog Show, attended by a surprisingly large number of dogs and their human companions. All those present thoroughly enjoyed themselves and expressed the hope that the day could be repeated next year. Toby was very pleased with his blue rosette and second place in the Senior Dog section. This was followed by a wedding, which fortunately was celebrated by Fr Simon. Nevertheless, things had to be set up for it and then cleared away, so that the Parish Mass could take place on time: we were just a few minutes late starting. When I sat down for the first psalm at Vespers, I suddenly relaxed in my choir stall, realising that this was the first time I had sat down since a quick five-minute lunch at one o’clock. Then, shortly after Vespers, Belmont hosted the most spectacular concert given by the ladies’ choir ‘Le Voci.’ They were truly amazing, giving the audience two hours of pure joy. They will be returning for a Christmas Concert on 16th December. If you get the chance to see them, don’t hesitate in doing so.
​Our Gospel passage today, Good Shepherd Sunday, consists of the first ten verses of John chapter 10 and is the introduction to the discourse on the Shepherd and the Sheep. Jesus tells us that, “I am the gate of the sheepfold.” Only through him can we enter the kingdom of heaven.
“I am the gate.
Anyone who enters through me will be safe:
he will go freely in and out
and be sure of finding pasture.
The thief comes
only to steal and kill and destroy.
I have come
so that they may have life and have it to the full.”
Only through Jesus can we be saved and have life to the full, God’s own life, the life of the Spirit, united to the Father and to one another through Christ and in his Spirit.
​Today is the day when the Church prays especially for vocations to the sacred priesthood. We pray for the Church throughout the world, but above all in our own country, region and diocese. At Belmont, we also pray for vocations to our own monastery and to our foundation in Peru. May generous souls come forward to offer their lives to God in his service through the priesthood.

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.