Homily by Abbot Paul Stoneham 03/02/03

 
    "Am I not free? Am I not an apostle? Have I not seen Jesus our Lord?" (1
 Corinthians 9:1)
 
    A week ago today, when Fr Antony and I arrived at the Royal Gwent
 Hospital in Newport we found Fr Christopher still warm. He had been
 unconscious since the early hours of the morning, struck down by a
 devastating brain haemorrhage, something quite unexpected that took us all by
 surprise. Indeed, Br Bernard and I were due to meet with him and the staff at
 St Joseph's, Malpas, that very afternoon to plan the next stage of his
 convalescence, the move to a convent nursing home where he might even take up
 the duties of chaplain. Christopher had no intention of retiring; he couldn't
 bear the thought of being useless, of doing nothing. Perhaps his untimely
 death was a blessing, God's gift to a beloved son and faithful priest.
 
    We heard in the first reading, "They who trust in Him will understand the
 truth, those who are faithful will live with Him in love, for grace and mercy
 await those He has chosen." (Wisdom 3:9) Fr Christopher was certainly a man
 who understood the truth, he thought deeply about God and lived for God. He
 died in his dog collar, a catholic priest to the end.
 
    When Fr Antony and I eventually found Ward D2 East, where he had been
 taken from Resuscitation, a young African nurse prepared us to see him. She
 was very kind, as indeed have been all the staff who looked after him at
 Dolgellau, Wrexham, Liverpool, Malpas and Newport. We thank them all. There
 he lay, lifeless, no longer the Christopher we had known. I thought of the
 angel's words to the women at the tomb, "He is no longer here. He has risen."
 Even in the frailty of his last illness, Christopher, when he was awake, was
 full of life: the eyes, the smile, the voice, the warmth, the passionate
 interest in what was going on, the insistence on having his own way. As we
 were ushered to his bed behind closed curtains, I noticed that the nurse had
 covered the bedside closet with a cloth on which she had placed a vase of
 flowers and an open Bible. She must have opened it at random. My eye was
 drawn immediately to the text. It was 1 Corinthians 9:1 and it read, "Am I
 not free? Am I not an apostle? Have I not seen Jesus our Lord?"
 
    It was Christopher speaking to us through this text of St Paul, a man so
 much like himself, a convert, difficult to live and work with, aggressive in
 his following of Christ, faithful to the Gospel and, above all, to the
 Church. At last Christopher had reached his journey's end. He had been called
 home by the God he loved and try to serve in so many ways throughout life
 "for grace and mercy await those he has chosen." But do pray for him, for the
 repose of his soul. Christopher really believed in Purgatory.
 
    Like St Paul and like Jesus himself, Fr Christopher, or David, Daf
 (that's short for Dafydd), Jenks, or whatever it is you called him, Dom
 Christopher Jenkins had a profound effect on many people. It was impossible
 to remain indifferent to him. You either loved or hated him, and for most of
 us it was probably both, like Dido and Aeneas. Conversation with him was
 never idle chatter and never boring. There was substance in what he said, a
 word that could change your life. In that sense he was an apostle, someone
 sent by the Lord to show you the way. It wasn't always a kindly word and it
 was rarely the word you wanted to hear. He always spoke the truth, as he saw
 it, and it was straight speaking. He never beat round the bush. He could be
 cutting and offensive, but then the word of God is like a two-edged sword and
 truth can be painful. He was provocative and that brought out the best and,
 at times, the worst in people. He was demanding, absolute, bloody-minded,
 impossible. Ask any former abbot, head master, bursar, student, or
 parishioner. With Christopher it was all or nothing. And yet he could be
 loyal and caring and kindness itself. He always had time for you and was one
 of those rare people who always made you feel important. I think, above all,
 of his work for handicapped children whether at Lourdes or during the famous
 "Crips" holidays he organised at Belmont with sixth-formers. He hated
 hypocrisy, false piety, pussy footing and woolly thinking.
 
    In spite of his Welsh origins, he was the quintessential Englishman,
 though not quite a gentleman. He loved the monarchy and was devoted to Her
 Majesty the Queen and the Queen Mother. He all but worshipped Maggie Thatcher
 and thoroughly disapproved of Harold Wilson and of all things labour and
 liberal. His theological tastes were distinctly nineteenth century and
 insular, Cardinal Newman being the only star on his horizon. He had little
 interest in scripture or the fathers of the Church, in the medieval mystics
 or the monastic tradition. They were all too foreign and far removed for him.
 Yet it was Christopher who invited Cardinal Ratzinger to speak at Cambridge
 and it was the English hierarchy who rather embarrassingly had to turn up for
 the occasion. He might be liberal, modern and articulate in approach and
 presentation, but he was, like many converts from Anglicanism, essentially
 conservative and catholic in theological outlook. His was a religion of
 dogmatic certainties strongly held. Received into the Catholic Church by
 Monsignor Gilby at Cambridge, he looked back nostalgically to the
 pre-conciliar Church of his student days.
 
    He loved the theatre, preferred Alan Bennett to Shakespeare, and was a
 first class producer and director. Encouraged by his dear friend Lisle
 Massey-Lynch, he did much to popularise the theatre in Herefordshire through
 the production of many fine school plays and revues and Belmont participation
 in the Hereford Drama festival. He wasn't too keen on classical music and
 always said that Bach only wrote one tune. He preferred Irving Berlin to
 Beethoven and Cole Porter to Palestrina. His favourite singer was not Maria
 Callas but Vera Lynne. He didn't care for the ballet, and preferred Fred
 Astaire and Ginger Rogers to Nurayev and Fontaine. And can you remember his
 Beatle haircut?
 
    He read History at Cambridge and then did National Service, rising to the
 rank of lance corporal. When he left St Edmund's, Ware, under a cloud, he
 turned to teaching as a career and was a brilliant teacher, equally effective
 with bright pupils as with c-streamers, for whom he had a particular soft
 spot. He was an able educator, was House Master of Kemble for many years in
 succession to Fr Aelred, Deputy Head Master to Fr. now Bishop Mark and
 eventually Head Master in succession to Fr Simon. Sadly he was the last Head
 Master of Belmont. Do look at the various websites for the wonderful tributes
 from so many old boys and girls. They make fascinating reading.
 
    He became Chaplain at his beloved Cambridge, for Christopher the most
 beautiful place in the world, and more recently at Keele. His appointment at
 Cambridge was somewhat controversial at the time, but he proved to be an
 admirable Chaplain at Fisher House and was much liked by undergraduates in
 particular. His portrait now hangs in the Chaplain's dining room together
 with such eminent past Chaplains as Archbishop Couve de Murville, who is with
 us today, and Monsignor Alfred Gilby. When the school closed he became Parish
 Priest of St Francis Xavier, Hereford, not an easy change, and it was a
 traumatic time for all concerned. School masters don't make automatic parish
 priests and you can't treat adults like children. In fact, David Jenkins had
 come from Southampton to Belmont in 1960 to be a schoolmaster and he joined
 the community in 1963 to remain a schoolmaster at Belmont and to become a
 priest rather than a monk. He received little monastic formation and was
 rushed through to ordination. In the space of three weeks in 1967 he made his
 solemn profession and was ordained sub-deacon, deacon and priest. But then it
 was the system, not Fr Christopher, to blame.
 
    Together with the chaplaincy at Keele he became Parish Priest at
 Swynnerton at the invitation of Lord Stafford. Again these were difficult
 years. Britain had changed and young people with it and Christopher had aged
 physically. He was happy, but missed Cambridge and Belmont. Still, everywhere
 he touched people's lives. All of us here today have in some way been  affected  by Christopher.

 For my part, I probably wouldn't be here now had he
 not told me and Fr Michael, when we were novices in 1969, that we would
 leave, that we weren't "Belmont types". Michael and I walked round the garden
 where Christopher will be buried this afternoon and vowed that, whatever
 happened, we would never leave. That was the effect he had on people.
 
    Like his novice master, Fr Denis, who came to Belmont to be a priest, it
 was the priesthood that defined his life and interests. He believed
 passionately in the priesthood and loved being a priest. He loved the Mass
 and was an excellent preacher. Someone asked why he never wrote a book.
 Perhaps that wasn't his discipline. He was very much a master of the spoken
 word. I have thought, though, that it might be possible now to publish an
 edition of his collected sermons. I wonder if he kept them. Remember the one
 about the "cosy threesome", that is the Holy Trinity, or the one about God
 being boring? Perhaps we should leave out the one about it being a mortal sin
 for a boy to hold a girl's hand!
 
    Today we heard the Gospel of the two disciples on the road to Emaeus.
 "Did not our hearts burn within us as he talked to us on the road and
 explained the scriptures to us?" (Luke 24:32) Every priest is another Christ,
 and for so many of us Fr Christopher was very much an alter Christus. Judging
 from the many letters and e-mails we have received this week, it's obvious
 that so many friends, past pupils, students, parishioners and passing
 acquaintances have been left with their hearts burning within them. Yes, our
 hearts did burn as he spoke to us, taught us or explained the faith to us.
 And we recognised him to be a true priest of God as he broke bread for us in
 the sacrifice of the Mass.
 
    "Nothing can ever come between us and the love of God made visible in
 Christ Jesus our Lord," St Paul reminded us in the second reading. (Romans
 8:39) We pray now for the repose of his soul. In spite of it all, he was a
 very shy and self-effacing person. Perhaps that is why so often he appeared
 to be just the opposite. He would be chuffed but a dash embarrassed by this
 magnificent gathering today. It is a testimony to the esteem and affection in
 which he was held by so many. Our condolences go out to his sister, Megan,
 and to his brother, Peter, and to all the members of his family. Our grateful
 thanks go to all of you who have come to Belmont today from near and far.
 
 "Am I not free? Am I not an apostle? Have I not seen Jesus our Lord?" Eternal
 rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine  upon him. May he
 rest in peace. Amen.