Message of Abbot Paul - Thursday 20th July 2023
Abbot Paul • July 20, 2023
As I mentioned yesterday, I was in Abergavenny to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the Our Lady and St Michael School. It was a joyful and invigorating celebration and it was wonderful to see so many guests present as well as pupils and staff, the entire school. Everything was magnificently organised and the singing and participation by the children truly heart-warming. There was a substantial Catholic population in Abergavenny throughout penal times, served until 1873 by the English Franciscans, at which time the parish became an English Benedictine mission. Throughout the Middle Ages there had been a Benedictine Priory in Abergavenny, a cell of the Abbey of St Vincent, Le Mans, France. Today St Mary’s is the Anglican parish church. Although Our Lady and St Michael’s School opened in 1873, the Franciscans had also provided rudimentary education to catholic children throughout penal times. I attach a painting given to the school of the Parable of the Mustard Seed. It provided the frontispiece for the celebration booklet.
​Our Gospel passage today continues from yesterday’s and is one of the most famous sayings of Jesus to be found in Matthew, (Mt 11: 28-30). “Come to me, all you who labour and are overburdened, and I will give you rest. Shoulder my yoke and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Yes, my yoke is easy and my burden light.” I seem to remember that it was the Sunday before last’s Gospel, so I commented on it then. This teaching of Jesus is unparalleled in the other gospel accounts. Jesus gives a personal and astonishing invitation to those to whom the Father has revealed his Son and the Son, his Father (Mt 11:25). “Come to me”, he offers to “all you who labour and are overburdened.” To be weary is to be tired not just in your body, but in your soul. It describes not just exhaustion, but exhaustion plus exasperation. It is a state of mental and emotional fatigue. It can be dull or acute and, when it is felt, it increases the temptation to give up and succumb to apathy or depression. Overburdened means to be carrying a heavy load, possibly for some time. Overburdened is a cause for people to be weary. This could include anxiety and hopelessness. The rest that Jesus promises is what weary people seek. Rest restores the vigour and strength necessary to carry on and live a full life in God’s grace. Jesus invites all people, with no exceptions, to enjoy the rest that only he can can give us.

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.