Message of Abbot Paul - Tuesday 23rd May 2023
Abbot Paul • May 22, 2023

Yesterday I spent over six hours at meetings, so by the time I came to write this short message my mind was no longer thinking straight and my eyes could hardly see the keyboard. Even on a good day I keep hitting the wrong keys, so you can imagine how bad it gets when I’m tired and falling asleep at my desk. As it happens, today’s Gospel reading is the same as last Sunday’s, (Jn 17: 1-11), the first part of Jesus’ High Priestly Prayer, so I wrote about it just two days’ ago. I ask you to forgive me if I limit myself to a few sentences.
​Having spoken with his disciples at great length, Jesus concludes his Farewell Discourse with a prayer, which is addressed to his heavenly Father and yet spoken aloud that his disciples might hear and learn more about his relationship both with the Father and with them. This is why he explains what eternal life is, not because the Father needs to know, but because, even in prayer, he is still instructing his disciples.
“And eternal life is this:
to know you,
the only true God,
and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.”
Now this is a breath-taking, mind-blowing description of eternal life, hardly what the disciples are expecting. We think of life in terms of length of time, even eternal life, as it’s the only way we can visualise time. For Jesus, eternal life is nothing if not knowing God and the Christ he sent and this can only be the work of the Holy Spirit. Hence, eternal life is knowing the triune God, seeing him and loving him, living or abiding in God and being one with him.
​A truly consoling thought is that Jesus prays for us, his disciples, to his heavenly Father, and in this prayer, Jesus assures them of his mission to pray for them. Now the prayer of Jesus is not simply words, but the salvific actions that bring the words to life and fill them with meaning.
“I pray for them;
for those you have given me,
because they belong to you:
​​​all I have is yours
and all you have is mine,
and in them I am glorified.”
Jesus intercedes for us with the Father. He did this at the Last Supper, in the Garden of Gethsemane, hanging on the Cross and lying in the Tomb. He prays for us in the glory of his Resurrection and Ascension and in the Coming of the Holy Spirit. As St Paul wrote to Timothy, (1Tim 2: 5-6), “For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all, which is the testimony given fat the proper time.”

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.