Message of Abbot Paul - Wednesday 19th April 2023
Abbot Paul • April 18, 2023


It’s been a great joy having Abbot Nicholas stay with us for a few days. How we miss him, but understand that he is doing great work with the Downside Community, at present living on the campus at Buckfast Abbey, discerning where their future lies. All monastic communities do that as a matter of course, trying to figure out through prayer and discussion what it is the Lord wants us to do and how he wants us to do it. The same goes for the Belmont Community and for our brethren in Peru. We all want to do what is best for the monks and for those we serve in any way. Most of all, we want to do God’s will through the gift of his grace and the power of his love. Ultimately, we can want nothing else.
Today’s Gospel passage can help us all understand what God wants of us and what he is willing to do for us. We continue listening to Jesus’ conversation with Nicodemus as found in John, (Jn 3: 16-21). We begin with some of the best known and best loved words of Scripture.
“God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son,
so that everyone who believes in him may not be lost
but may have eternal life.
For God sent his Son into the world
not to condemn the world,
but so that through him the world might be saved.”
Perhaps the version we know best in the anthem from Stainer’s Crucifixion, which at one time was performed in many churches during Holy Week. What better or greater gift could God give us than his own beloved Son, and given up to death on a cross for our salvation and the forgiveness of our sins? We are all called to faith, a faith that will bring us, through Christ’s sacrifice on the cross, to eternal life, life in God. What God wants above all is our salvation and no sacrifice was too great for God to accomplish that and invite us to believe and accept Jesus as Saviour.
Yet sadly, as we know too well, not all believe. They have refused, “to believe in the name of God’s only Son.” In fact, “though the light has come into the world, men have shown they prefer darkness to the light, because their deeds were evil.” Christ is the light of the world, even so, many reject that light and prefer darkness to light. However, all is not lost, for we know that people do often turn to God when the end comes. When they see eternal darkness beckon them, repentant, they turn to the light for acceptance and forgiveness. “The man who lives by the truth comes out into the light, so that it may be plainly seen that what he does is done in God.” It is never too late to turn towards the light and seek reconciliation with God, acknowledging that
“God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son,
so that everyone who believes in him may not be lost
but may have eternal life.”

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.