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Many interesting things are happening in the Church these days: Christmas season this year happens while the Year of Consecrated life is still going on and the Jubilee Year of Mercy has started: Pope Francis has made his first visit to Africa and left a message of peace, reconciliation, mercy and dialogue, especially between Muslims and Christians.

And it is on these days that the priests have to be particularly active make the presence of Christ felt among people. But still the priest are few and the work in the field of the Lord is plentiful.
We appeal to those who may be hearing in their heart the word of Jesus “Come follow me” to be generous, leave everything and follow Him.
Fr. Jimu Muleya



In this modern world, the priest is a conflicting man  Every action he does is always wrong hence earning himself the title “A Priest a Man of Wrongs.” :
If his homily is long, he makes people bored; If it is short, he is unprepared. If he goes out visiting families, he is always out and if he does not, he has no time for them...

In this milestone Year of God’s Mercy, could we review a few of his works on a positive perspective and see what good value they have? Let us take into consideration in the first place that they are human beings. From all these wrong accusations they get or rather from his “wrong” doings he is still firm and is able to forgive us and perform Mass at whatever time we so desire in an unblemished state (cf. Mark 11:25a).

Through the Sacrament of Penance, the mercy of God is shown in our lives through the works of the priest for whatever sin he forgives , it is surely forgiven (cf. John 20:23). Looking at how many times we have sinned and yet men of clothes sit quietly and earnestly with pity forgiving us each time we approach the confession box…in this great Year of God’s Mercy we rather award them a new title, “A Priest a Man of Mercy!”

Let us take a greater look at this “man of mercy”, he gave up his life and earthly desires for us to obtain the mercy of God through his righteous deeds and him praying for us daily in the Holy Mass. He took a pledge to be Christ like, the good shepherd. He has pity on all his sheep that go astray, he prays that every sheep knows and listens to his voice so that worldly vultures do not consume his flocks, that they may obtain the mercy of God every time.

Brethren as we tread in the Year of Mercy, may we too endeavor to live a life of mercy and be compassionate towards neighbour and the environment.

James Liswaniso.
CYA St .Kizito
Victoria Falls



TOPIC: “Good Shepherd gives his life for his sheep”.

1st Prize: A watch              2nd Prize: Book and ball pen


TOPIC: “Send me, I will go”.

1st Prize: A watch              2nd Prize: Book and ball pen


TOPIC: “The priest helps people”.

1st Prize: A watch              2nd Prize: colour pencils and ball pen

There were 21 entries for the competition and the works which won prizes were the following:

                1st CATEGORY: FOR SENIOR YOUTH:       No entries

                2nd CATEGORY: FOR JUNIOR YOUTH

                                1st Prize: Priscilla Nyathi ( St Josephine Bakhita)

                                2nd Prize: Abssinia Ngwenya (St Francis Xavier)


                                1st Prize: Thulani Moyo (Dandanda Mission/ Parish)

                                2nd Prize: Faith Ncube (Dandanda Mission/ Parish)

Congratulations to the winners!



Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:
Dear Ruth:
I’m going to be in your neighbourhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.
Love Always, Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."

She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.  A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a bottle of milk...leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until Monday.
Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meagre offerings
tucked under her arm.
"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?"
Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.
"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."
"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."
The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.
"Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."
She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that
she was shivering. "You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman'! s shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
"Thank you lady!
Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.
She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she
noticed another envelope in her mailbox.
"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in a day." She
took the envelope out of the box and opened it.
Dear Ruth:
It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
Love Always Jesus
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.


Often, when people call me “father”, the words of the Gospel (Mt. 23:9) come to my mind, and make me feel uneasy. Unless I become a reflection of our Father in heaven and loose my personality into the one of Jesus it would not be right to accept to be called “father”. If I am not making the fatherhood of God manifested to the people under my care I do not deserve to be called father.
Though I have not fathered any child on earth all the children of God have the right to call me father and expect fatherly care from me. And that is indeed a very demanding expectation.

Orphans and elderly neglected people have the right to appeal to me as their father, young people will expect fatherly advise, understanding and tolerance, merciful attitude when correcting their mistakes.
Unmarried mothers who can not return to their father on earth will turn to the priest in search of help, prisoners released from jail often come to the priest looking for understanding and help to be reintegrated into the society, the poor and destitute flock to the priest and say “you are my father”.

Sometimes I have realized that somebody has cheated me pretending to be in need while in fact the intention was to get some money tempting my kindness. But even then I would have acted as a father. 
And my poor shoulders bend under such a burden of a family not “extended” but limitless, unable to cope with the weight unless the strength from above comes to my rescue, and other Christian people come share the job.

For nearly fifty years I have been a priest. More than once before going to sleep, examining my conscience I felt guilty of neglect for some of the children of God who have come during the day asking for help and then the only thing I can do for them is prayer.
When people come to me asking for money and I do not have, I remember Peter and John going to the temple. They did not have any money to give to the cripple beggar and thanks to that the cripple recovered his health and ended a life of begging. His health was far better than a generous sum of money given to him.

Fr. Johannes Alarcia

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