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Brother Hubert SSF, RIP
Brother Hubert SSF died on 28
February 2003 in hospital in Dorchester and his funeral mass was at
Hilfield Friary. He was aged eighty-four years and in the
thirty-eighth year of his profession in vows.
A sermon preached at his
funeral, by Brother David Jardine SSF
I don't think Hubert would want
this to be a sad occasion. In fact I think he would want it to
be the opposite, a celebration. Not a celebration of his life,
he was far too humble a man for that, but a celebration of the fact
that he has gone to be in the nearer presence of God, so much closer
to God than we could ever be in this life. Now that is
something worth celebrating.
Hubert was born in 1918, just at
the end of the First World War (he always claimed that there was a
link between the two events). For many years he worked in the
British Museum, in the coins and medals department. He was a
leading expert in Presbyterian Communion tokens.
He joined SSF when he was made a
postulant on Christmas Eve, 1960. He made his final profession
on August 15, 1968. Hubert served for one year in Cambridge,
four years at Hooke School (quite an achievement), eight years at
Hilfield during which time he was priest-in-charge of Hilfield and
Hermitage, and then sixteen years in Belfast. He left Belfast
in 1992, going to Scunthorpe for a year before moving to Hilfield,
where he remained until his death.
Hubert was trained for the
priesthood at Ely Theological College and I know at least one
brother who would attribute his vocation to contact with Hubert at
Ely.
Hubert came to Belfast in
1976. It was the heart of the Troubles and the Brothers lived
in the Shankill Road, an area which had seen more than its fair
share of violence. But tough as it was Hubert handled that
situation well, and that led me to believe something that has been
confirmed many times since - Hubert was a man of courage. He
did not give up easily, even when the going was tough. He
worked in four different parishes in Belfast, all of them very
different both in churchmanship and the area in which the parish was
situated. Hubert got on well in all of them, and that showed
me something else about his character - he was adaptable.
He always claimed to be Irish, and
that was indeed where much of his family background originated
from. He was proud to be Irish, but I am sure you will
understand that with his rather posh English accent it took some
time before I was convinced.
One of Hubert's main spiritual
interests was meditation and, indeed, he was an enthusiastic member
of the Fellowship of Contemplative Meditation. I would say
that his little booklet on meditation is as good as I have read on
the subject.
His love for cats is well known and
this often came out in his pronunciation of words like catastrophe
and Magnificat, never failing to put the accent in the right
place.
One of the qualities that I admired
in Hubert was that he never held grudges. No matter what had
been said or done he never held grudges. Just recently Sir
Alex Ferguson was in the news when, after a match that Manchester
United lost, he kicked a boot in the dressing-room and hit David
Beckham above the eye and cut him. There was a furore in the
press. For three or four days Alex Ferguson said nothing. But
then he said something that Hubert would have approved of - 'It's
time to move on'. When something unpleasant happened Hubert
did not dwell on it. He moved on as quickly as possible.
I found him to be a very loyal
person, loyal to the Rector of a parish he worked in and loyal to
the Guardian of the house he lived in. He was also a faithful
religious. Hubert's entry into the Society was delayed because
of a family commitment. But once he entered he was very
faithful to the Society and to the living of the vows.
I have many memories of
Hubert. I remember when I joined SSF in 1973, at the Sunday
morning breakfast, a talking breakfast, he asked me to pass him the
salt. I obviously was not moving quickly enough for him
because he immediately reached across me, pushed me out of the
way and grabbed the salt for himself. Needless to say, I was not too
pleased. A few minutes later, when breakfast was over, I ran
into Hubert in the corridor. He told me that there was a
message for me in my pigeon-hole. It was from Hubert - 'Please
forgive my Irish temper. Hubert SSF'. I respect that.
Some people seem to find it very difficult to say sorry, but not
Hubert.
One of the stories that has gone
into the folklore of the Society is that occasion when Michael was
Minister-Provincial. He rang the Friary at Hilfield.
Hubert answered the phone. 'This is Michael here.' 'Is Michael
here?' Hubert replied, 'No, he's not.' Phone down
immediately. He was quick, and sometimes abrasive.
Hubert also loved jokes. He had a
plentiful supply of them. Some of them were very good.
My favourite was the one about the man who had a parrot.
Afraid that the parrot might be lonely the owner put a little
budgerigar in to keep him company at night. Next morning the
owner came in and found the budgerigar dead. That night he
decided to put in a bigger bird, another parrot, but next morning
the same thing happened - the parrot was dead.
'I'm going to put the fear
of God into this parrot,' the owner said. So he went out and
bought a great big vulture and put it in the cage that night.
Next morning the vulture was lying dead, the parrot had no feathers
on and looking up at the owner said, 'I had to take my coat off for
that one.'
I have never told a joke at a
funeral in my life before, but jokes were so much a part of Hubert's
life that I felt it might be appropriate for this occasion. All of
Hubert's jokes were family entertainment.
What does the Gospel say at this
time? As usual, a great deal. It says that this life is
not the only life. There is life beyond the grave in the
nearer presence of God. 'If you are faithful unto death I will
give you a crown of life.' And for me it is this dimension of
life after death that helps to put suffering in this life into
perspective. Some people and some families seem to be handed
more than their fair share of suffering. I would not say that
this was so with Hubert, but there was suffering at various points
in his life and those last few years were not easy for a man who had
always been very active. But the Gospel assures us that in the
nearer presence of God Hubert is not suffering now and his
body and his spirit are as free as a bird.
Revelation 21 assures us that he is in a place where there is no
more death or mourning or crying or pain. After the faithful
life he has lived Hubert deserves to be there. May I just
leave the last word to St. Paul. 'I consider that our present
sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be
revealed in us.' Romans 8.18. f
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