Message of Abbot Paul - Tuesday - 5th March 2024
Abbot Paul • March 4, 2024



​When Jesus taught his disciples to pray the Our Father (Mt 6: 9-13), included in that prayer was the phrase, “and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.” Although we have grown accustomed to this archaic translation, modern versions and translations into other languages explain the meaning more clearly, “and forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who have sinned against us.” Another translation says, “and forgive us our offences, and we forgive those who have offended us.” The only commentary on the prayer that Jesus himself gives is the following, “For if you forgive others their sins, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others, your Father will not forgive you your sins.” That teaching of Jesus occurs in the Sermon on the Mount. Much later in Matthew, in Chapter 18, which is about the life of the community and interpersonal relations, Peter asks Jesus the famous question. “Lord, how often must I forgive my brother if he wrongs me? As often as seven times?’ Jesus answers, ‘Not seven, I tell you, but seventy-seven times.’” That final number can also be translated at seventy times seven, not that it matters, because God isn’t counting. Peter asked if he was to forgive his brother seven times, as seven was the perfect number. Perhaps he was counting, unlike Jesus who replies enigmatically: always.
​There follows the parable of the Wicked Servant, he who was forgiven a great deal by his lord and then refused to forgive a fellow servant a much smaller amount. I won’t repeat the parable: you can read it, (Mt 18: 21-35), or you probably know the story by heart. Jesus compares the angry master with God the Father, saying, “That is how my heavenly Father will deal with you unless you each forgive your brother from your heart.” Note that Jesus speaks about forgiving our brother “from the heart.” This is no half-hearted, nominal, verbal expression of forgiveness. If forgiveness is to be genuine and true, it must come from deep within our being, from the heart. Not only that, but Jesus, in telling Peter that he should forgive seventy times seven, is saying that we, as his disciples, must have a permanent disposition to forgive, because that is how God is and that is how God forgives us our offences. Jesus, of course, was going to be the means by which God forgave sinners through his sacrifice on the cross. We remember that the very name chosen for Mary’s son by his heavenly Father was Jesus, he who will save his people from their sins.
​Lord, there is great need of forgiveness in our world today. As you have forgiven us, may we, by your grace, forgive all those who offend us. May forgiveness be the basis for peace and reconciliation for all men and women. Amen.

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.