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Children's Rosary Shendam Diocese, Nigeria.

Children's Rosary Christmas 2025 Newsletter

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Children's Rosary® Christmas 2025 Newsletter

New Arabic Translation of the Children's Rosary Book is Released

The new Arabic translation of the Children's Rosary book is now available. The printing was done in Lebanon and will be of great help to our new Children's Rosary group at St. Joseph Church in Beirut, Lebanon. This also opens the door to further spread of the Children's Rosary in the Middle East. A special thank you to Fr. Youssef Abi Zeid for his thorough review of the manuscript and for arranging the printing of this book. Anis Commercial Printing Press printed the books as a gift to the Children's Rosary. We are most grateful to them. A special thank you to those who helped in the translation and the review process. We would like to thank Abbot Semaan Abou Abdou and Guido Ossemann

The Children's Rosary at St. Joseph Church in Beirut also had kneeling cushions made. These cushions are 40cm length, 20 cm width, and 7 cm thickness, with a zipper at the back to be able to remove the covers and wash them. 

The books and kneelers were used for the first time December 19. Thirteen children attended the meeting.

There is Still Time to Find the Perfect Gift

Dear Friends,

Yesterday I stumbled on this old post written on December 23, 2015. It is ten years old but reading it I found great consolation. Our kids were much younger. Asher was just 8 years old, Kostin was 11 and Alina was 15.  

"This time of year can get pretty hectic.  At Mass on Monday the priest emphasized this point by mentioning that with hospital calls and so much happening with Christmas fast approaching he didn't even have time to take a shower or put on socks.  He held out his foot to show his bare ankles.  He further said he was so busy he couldn't even find his comb so he had resorted to using his dog's comb. We were all laughing but indeed things can become busy as one wants to make sure no one has been forgotten and everyone is remembered with something special.  The problem is finding that something special that will mean something to the person receiving it.  A few years ago, we began a little family tradition of saying Rosaries for family and friends.  This has continued to grow so that our time approaching Christmas and the 12 days of Christmas is consumed with prayer.  The added benefit to giving spiritual presents to loved ones is that as one spends this intense time of prayer we are all receiving grace, too.    

Last week we had two friends over for dinner.  The kids wrapped up the presents we had for them.  As our friends gathered in the living room, the kids began to giggle. They thought it was so exciting to share the gifts they had helped to present. The gifts included the prayers we had said for our friends.  Each prayer was written on a colored paper shape.  Some of the shapes were stars, the moon and a manger. The name of the person who had said the prayer was written on the back of the shape.  

The laughter seemed contagious and even I was laughing, too. There was a feeling that maybe some of the laughter was nervousness.  As we all wondered what our friends would think when they opened the boxes.  I was surprised that little thoughts entered my mind.  Questions came wondering if they might be disappointed or wonder if we didn't care enough to buy them something.  I was actually very surprised these thoughts came as we waited for the boxes to be opened.  

Then as the boxes came open and each person saw what was inside, there was excitement.  It was just as the children had hoped, our friends loved their presents. They were so touched that so much time had been spent praying for each of them and their families.  For each of us were re-learning about Christmas.  The kids were watching and learning.  I was learning.  Each time I take a chance and move in the direction of gathering treasures for friends from Our Lord I am never disappointed.  Another area we are re-learning is the fact that Christmas in not just one day.  It is 12 days and it ends on Epiphany.  That means all the Christmas gifts and cards do not need to be in each persons hands on December 25th.  Rather it is just the beginning of the celebrating.  In this way, the pressure of a December 25th deadline to remember each person is alleviated.  

If you are reading this and feel stressed that so much is left undone or you wished you had done things differently this Christmas.  Don't worry there is still time.  The shelves are not empty in Heaven.  Take as much as you want for your loved ones.  One last thought, if you ever feel paralyzed that there are too many people in your life that you would want to pray for so hence it might be better not to start.  Let me share, I had that thought several weeks ago but in prayer I could feel Our Lady saying, begin start with one person.  Our Lord does not work at 10,000 feet he works person to person.  And so let us work in the same way.  Do not worry that you may not have time to pray for everyone...just rejoice with each soul you can pray for.  You may be surprised by how many souls you can cover in prayer.

Thank you all dear friends.  All the members of the Children's Rosary are being remembered in our Christmas Novena and on December 25th a Mass has been requested for all the members of the Children's Rosary and all who help the Children's Rosary.  God Bless you all."

We now have beautiful Children's Rosary Spiritual Bouquet cards you can download for free. Just put in thick card stock paper in your printer and print the sheets double sided. Each card can be cut out by hand or use a paper cutter. 

Bring Children Before the Manger

As we patiently wait for the coming of the Child Jesus, may we bring our children before the manger. May we read Scripture which describes the circumstances of Christ's birth. This is a grace filled time and coming before the manger in prayer is a holy practice in this season of Advent. 

The pictures above are from Pakistan. 

New Children's Rosary at St. Joseph Cathedral in Manchester, New Hampshire USA

Meet the new Children's Rosary group in Manchester, New Hampshire. They held their first meeting in October, 2025. They meet monthly on the second Sunday of the month between the morning Masses. They are averaging about ten children at their meetings.

We give a warm welcome to those in this new Children's Rosary group!

Visit to Cape Town, Oudtshoorn, and Johannesburg, South Africa

Asher Kaufman, age 18, set out on June 28 for a yearlong trip to help spread the Children's Rosary in Europe and Africa. He spent the months of July, August and the first two weeks in September in France. He arrived in Uganda on September 15. From Uganda he traveled by car to Rwanda on September 28. After a week in Rwanda there was once more a return for more travel in Uganda. On October 11 he arrived in Tanzania and on October 26 traveled to Kenya. A visit for three weeks to Madagascar followed on November 7. Most recently he has been traveling in South Africa.

"On December 9, Deacon Alpheus and I arrived in Cape Town. It was quite a journey from where Fr. Collins dropped us off in Colesburg to here. In all, it was nearly a twelve hour journey, from 10:30 p.m. to almost 10:00 a.m. the next day.

Before I enter into the visit, I wish to give a bit of historical context on Cape Town itself since I think it has a very interesting and important story of its own.

To begin with, Cape Town was for centuries an important stop on the trade route between Europe and the Far East. Seeking another way to trade with Asia after the Silk Road and the path through the Middle East became closed due to tensions with the Arabs, Cape Town (or Cape of Good Hope, as it was called) became an important stop on the sea route to Asia.

It was first sighted by Bartholomeu Dias in 1488 and then again further explored by Vasco de Gama in 1497. These were important first steps in the direction of European settlement of the region, but they did not last. The Portuguese did not take steps to form a colony on the island after they were defeated by indigenous forces a few years later.

In the seventeenth century, the Dutch arrived to set up a resupply stop on the way to the east. This was quickly done, and it was thus that the city of Cape Town was born. Gardens and orchards were planted to meet the needs of the company’s sailors coming through the harbor.

Cape Town’s long history as a Dutch colony can be seen today in the Afrikaans language, itself a variation of seventeenth century Dutch. Additionally, many region and street names are still Dutch.

However, the Dutch’s possession of the colony came to an end after the French Revolution. Having been captured by the revolutionary armies and rendered a French vassal state, the Dutch saw themselves on the losing side of a struggles against their longtime ally, the British. In 1795, Cape Town was captured by British forces. The colony subsequently changed hands during the Napoleonic Wars, but in the Anglo-Dutch Treaty of 1814, it became definitively British.

The rest of the nineteenth century saw momentous developments for Cape Town and all of the South Africa colony. Slavery was abolished in 1833, and Cape Town began making moves to establish independence for itself, such as obtaining its own parliament and Prime Minister, moves that in the end would not be successful in achieving Capetonian independence from South Africa.

At the end of the nineteenth century, the Second Boer War rocked the region, bringing to the fore the struggle between the Boers (Afrikaners of Dutch descent) and the British colonial forces. Incidentally, a young Winston Churchill cut his teeth on this war, beginning a long and illustrious political and military career.

The British won the struggle resoundingly and thus united South Africa. In the years that followed, the primacy of Cape Town was brought down by the ascendency of Johannesburg and Pretoria, financial and political hubs respectively. Maritime trade was not what it had once been, and neither was Cape Town.

During the apartheid era, the very racially integrated Cape Town saw its residents reorganized and grouped according to ethnicity; blacks in well-to-do suburbs were forcibly made to relocate to poorer townships, thereby setting up the income disparities that would plague the black community in Cape Town for many years.

To this day, Cape Town still sees strong income disparities; as we drove through the city, it was astonishing to see an informal settlement where residents live without electricity or running water in corrugated metal shacks just minutes away from chic waterfront neighborhoods where residents pay in the millions of dollars for apartments.

But to get back to our story, our bus, somewhat delayed from when it picked us up, hit traffic on the way into Cape Town, and so we only arrived at the station at nearly 10:00 a.m. The ticket had listed the arrival time as 6:35 a.m.

The driver we had reserved the night before to bring us from the station had passed us off to another driver for our ride. This driver in turn had designated a third fellow to carry out the job. Once this man backed out, yet a fourth driver was selected for the drive. The fourth one turned out to be the driver we would get, and he was waiting for us at the stop.

Once we got in and were on our way, we found it was not so simple finding the place where we would be staying that night. It was a guesthouse run by a community of Schoenstatt Holy Rosary sisters that unfortunately was a bit deficient when it came to signage on the main road. The result was that we went clear past the guesthouse and to the back of a vineyard complex with winding and narrow lanes next to the rows of grapes. Having been dropped at a very upscale restaurant at the rear of the complex, we went in to inquire where Schoenstatt might be, only to be told that it was all the way back at the entrance we had come in some time before.

After some more directions were obtained, we finally found our way to the proper place. The staff had prepared breakfast for us, which we devoured with a hearty appetite. Lunch was already paid for, and so somewhat gluttonously, we went ahead and ate lunch only about an hour later. The whole atmosphere of the place was very pleasing and calm with weeping willow trees and white swans walking through the lush grass and perfectly landscaped shrubs; I remarked to Deacon Alpheus that the neighborhood, green and upscale, gave the impression that one might just catch sight of an English gentleman riding through on his horses with his hunting dogs.

No English gentlemen having made any such appearance to arrest our attention, we decided to go into downtown for the afternoon. Our meeting with the chancery was slated for the next morning, and the proper protocol was to wait to visit any parishes until the meeting had taken place.

Therefore, we hopped on one of those red double decker tourist buses that has become so common in cities across the world. There was a stop at the vineyard, so it seemed a natural choice. Indeed, for a short afternoon visit such as ours, it provided just the right amount of exposure, showing us much of the city with detailed commentary in a short amount of time. We poked our noses into Hout Bay, with its blue-collar appearance and pungent smell of fish, cruised through Camps Bay with its luxury hotels and apartments overlooking the sterling blue sea, and strolled through the windswept avenues of downtown.

Cape Town, it must be said, is a very charming city, and I can see why it is such a cherished holiday destination for so many South African families. Its beaches are marvelous, its climate warm but not overbearing, and its storefronts quite beautiful.

Indeed, we were so absorbed by the view that we were quite startled to see the conductor of the bus indicating it was time for us to get off. We had badly miscalculated the closing time for the buses and ended up being stranded on the exact opposite side of town from where we were staying, thus necessitating calling an Uber.

One of the benefits of staying at the sisters’ guest residence was that it was also a retreat center, and there was a group of priests and seminarians on retreat with Mass each morning and morning prayer. Being told we could attend as well, we did. One of the seminarians lent us his breviary, but since it was different from the one everyone was using, we quickly got lost and had to engage in that delicate art of trying to find the right page in a book without giving away to everyone that you you’re completely lost by incessantly flipping pages this way and that.

Immediately afterward, we had our meeting at the archdiocesan chancery. The meeting was with Fr. Mark Renaud from the catechetics office as well as Msgr. Andrew Borello of the archdiocese and Gunther Simmermacher from the Southern Cross Magazine, one of the most widely-read Catholic publications in southern Africa.

The meeting was a positive one, one that I think it was good to have in person, and Fr. Renaud was able to delineate certain things he would need us to provide in order to propose the effort to his catechists.

We also managed to meet Bishop Sylvester David, the auxiliary bishop of the archdiocese at the Schoenstatt retreat center where he was speaking for the retreatants. Currently, the archdiocese has no archbishop after the departure of Cardinal Stephen Brislin for Johannesburg.

On Thursday, we left for Oudtshoorn, a small diocese to the east of Cape Town. We were supposed to visit another priest in Cape Town before we left, but the coordinating on that visit did not work out, so we went directly to Oudtshoorn.

Since there were no good bus departure times to go from Cape Town to Oudtshoorn, we took a “kombi,” a taxi van not unlike the one I rode in from Antananarivo to Antsirabe in Madagascar.

Heading east out of Cape Town, we quickly came into a very desert-like area. It was hot, sunny, and dry, and as the van sped along at nearly 90 mph, we had to close the windows as otherwise we were smote in the face by a blast of hot air as from an oven. I kept thinking that there was something off about this heat, that maybe I was just getting feverish. Then I checked the temperature; it was 99 degrees Fahrenheit.

It took us nearly six hours to reach Oudtshoorn, and we did not encounter hardly any other town of any size or importance on the way there.

The reason why we were going to Oudtshoorn was that during our trip to Rome in 2022, we had met Bishop Noel Rucastle, the bishop of the diocese, at the World Meeting of Families. We had stayed in contact afterward, and now, since I was in South Africa, we were going to visit him.

Bishop Rucastle is an extremely down-to-earth and welcoming man. Having waited for us and shown us to our rooms himself, he invited us over to his house for dinner, where he cooked and served the food. The bishop also introduced his dog to us, “the lady of the house,” as he said. He then spent the whole evening with us on his back porch, just talking and having a calm time of it. We joked and commiserated about our time learning Latin in high school and the perennial fear of getting called on by the teacher to translate a passage one is not familiar with.

For the next day, he organized a visit where we visited the Oratory of St. Philip Neri in town. Those who paid attention to the last post will recall that I also visited the oratory in Port Elizabeth. They will further recall that I said that the Oratorians are not held together by formal vows but by charity. This means that the charism of each community differs. For instance, the Oudtshoorn oratory was the first one in South Africa, and it is occupied with caring for the poor and vulnerable in a very poor black township. The Port Elizabeth oratory broke off from this one and took on a more academic mission. Also, this is an Afrikaans-speaking oratory, and Fr. Mostert, the head of the oratory, agreed to help us with the translation of some of our materials into Afrikaans, which the bishop very much wanted. The deacon and I were very impressed by what the Oratorians had managed to do with their large plot of land in Oudtshoorn, including a large valley that used to be the town rubbish heap; this they had purchased from the municipality for about R20, that is twenty South African rand. For perspective, that comes out to about $1.20. One interesting bit was that we got to watch one of the priests de-feather and clean a peacock he had just killed. I have had very little experience with slaughtering animals, so I found the experience very interesting of watching the peacock go from a fully feathered bird to a cleaned body that one might find in the window of a butcher’s shop.

On Friday, however, it was time for us to leave. The bishop took us down to George airport for our morning flight to Johannesburg. On the way, he told us the story of the George ghost. The story goes that in 1968, around Eastertime, a lady and her boyfriend were driving through from Johannesburg and that there was a bad car accident. Both died, but starting a few years later, drivers passing through would report seeing a lady dressed like someone from the 1960s standing by the side of the road hitchhiking. When she would be picked up, reportedly a short while later, she would be gone, nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, we saw no mysterious hitchhikers and so were spared such a ghoulish experience.

As the bishop dropped us off at the airport, I was sad to wrap up this trip around South Africa, but I knew it had been all we hoped it would be and that I had had a grace-filled experience.

Arriving back in Johannesburg, we were picked up by Gail and taken to a parish in Edenvale to speak to parishioners about the Children’s Rosary. I must say that I was continually astonished throughout the trip at how Gail was able to arrange all these meetings, especially on such short notice. Not only were there parishioners there, but people had brought food from the supermarket too for a light meal afterward.

That afternoon, we headed over to a parish another part of the city to briefly meet Cardinal Stephen Brislin, the Archbishop of Johannesburg. We were told by those at the chancery to talk to him at this parish where he was doing confirmations. This was because the cardinal had such a busy schedule that we were not able to meet with him formally. Nevertheless, he took time with us, accepted the gift of the Children’s Rosary book and flyer as well as the Child Consecration book and A Soul Prepared through Suffering. We had already begun working in parishes and begun collaboration with the Catholic schools office of the Archdiocese of Johannesburg, so the Cardinal was happy to hear of that and encouraged us in our work.

That evening, to wrap things up, Gail and I paid a visit to Br. Also, a member of the Heralds of the Gospel, a religious community all over the world but with a presence also in South Africa. They do important work with families and parish communities to truly bring Christian formation through retreats and other means. Despite the late hour, Br. Aldo showed us around the residence and gave us his attention. Gail had had a lot of experience with the Heralds of the Gospel going back many years, so this was a natural place to visit before I left.

At the end of the day, before going to bed, I joined the monthly Rosary broadcast on Radio Maria to pray the chaplet, Rosary, and Litany of Christ the King. Since the team was short one member, I was able to join in. Thus ended my last full day in South Africa; it was extremely busy but nonetheless blessed as always.

On Sunday, my flight was at 2:30 p.m., so I was able to go to Mass that morning in Rosebank, an upscale neighborhood in Johannesburg. That is the parish of Deacon Gerald Rodrigues, who had been on the Radio Veritas broadcast at the beginning of the trip and with whom we had had lunch right before I left for Aliwal. It was good to see Deacon Rodrigues again and to go to Mass at such a beautiful church.

After Mass we had a meeting with Joseph Simon_ from the parish and a young lady from Pretoria named Manushri_. Manushri_ has designed materials for young kids to help them understand the Our Father prayer, the Hail Mary prayer, and the Mass, and she currently supplies schools and catechesis programs with these materials. She gave some to me, and I must say they are very smartly designed tools, easy to understand and detailed in their explanations. She works a lot with children, and I was so glad we had a chance to meet with her; she is one of those young people who is just on fire with the Lord and who galvanizes you in just talking to her.

This pleasant meeting concluded, Gail and I went to pick up my bags and bring me to the airport. It had been such a good time in South Africa, especially traveling around the country with Deacon Alpheus, that I felt just a little bit loath to leave as I boarded my flight and we took off.

My next stop was Cameroon, and we shall see what became of that leg of the trip in the next post."

To see all of Asher's dispatches from his journey click HERE