Guest Bloggers

International Literacy Day

International Literacy Day is celebrated annually on September 8 to recognize the importance of literacy as part of the fundamental right to education. The day also is an opportunity to remind the world that literacy is the foundation for lifelong learning, empowerment, health and wellbeing, and gender equality.

CODE is Canada’s leading international development agency dedicated to education and literacy. At CODE, we believe in the transformative power of the written word. Since our founding in 1959, our programming has expanded from shipping books overseas. We are grateful to the countless foundations, community groups and donors who have made it all possible.

In collaboration with our in-country partners, our programs emphasize teacher training and the creation of high-quality, locally authored children’s books, because literacy only blossoms when children can see themselves reflected in what they read.

Our impact is deep and measurable. Between 2019 and 2025, CODE empowered 1.6 million students, distributed 1.6 million culturally relevant books, and trained 25,000 educators.

We see this work realized in the Grade 1 classroom of Children’s Hope Elementary School, Liberia, where the classroom is filled with culturally appropriate and locally designed wall posters with letters of the alphabet and blended sounds. Bookshelves line the class filled with anthologies that have been developed by Liberian authors and published by Liberian publishers. The teacher – Mrs. Blaki – moves around the classroom providing support to groups of children working on literacy activities. A young girl, Aminata, is huddled together over a storybook and sounding out words.

As we mark International Literacy Day, we reflect on our vision: a world where every young person, like Aminata, can pursue literacy, through quality teaching and learning.

At this time, 9 out 10 children in Sub-Saharan Africa are suffering from what the World Bank terms “learning poverty,” which is defined by the inability to read and understand a simple text by age 10. And so, we know the work at CODE must continue and with partners such yourselves, we can work towards establishing literacy programs; develop local books; and work with teachers.

Together, we can write a brighter future—one child, one book, one teacher at a time.

-Sara McGinty, Director of International Programs and Partnership

Image: Aleks M/Unsplash

St. Jean Baptiste Day

The Fête nationale du Québec, the official holiday of Quebec, is celebrated on June 24th. It honours both the summer solstice and the patron saint of French Canadians, St. John the Baptist. Over the years it has evolved into a vibrant celebration of Quebec’s language, traditions and community spirit.

Saint John the Baptist, a 1540 painting by Titian

St John the Baptist is a major figure and recognized as the last Old Testament prophet and the precursor to Jesus. The French however are far from the only ones who venerate St. John the Baptist. He is honoured as a prophet in Islam, a significant figure in various Christian traditions, including Catholic, Orthodox and Anglican churches. Bahai, Druze and Mandaeism also venerate him and remember his messages of repentance, preparation for the Kingdom of Heaven and baptism. It is widely held that he baptized his cousin, Jesus.

The church has set aside two feast days regarding his legacy, June 24th,to celebrate his birth and August 29th to honour his martyrdom at the hands of Herod Antipas at the request of his daughter Salome.

Pray for us great St John the Baptist that we may lead other’s to oneness with Jesus.

-Maureen Condon, Associate

A Mother's Day Reflection

My mother was three years old when the ambulance came to her home and wheeled her mother out on a stretcher never to return.  Luigia died at age 36 leaving her husband, Atilio, daughter, Monica (my mom) and son, Orlando.  It was 1934.  Work was hard to find and so was care for two children. An impossible decision needed to be made if they were to have a future together as a family. My Grandfather had to separate his children for care so he could work. My mother lived with relatives in a very unwelcoming, abusive home for two years. How would he reunite his family if he did not have care for his children?  At that time, he was advised to write a letter of proposal to a woman who was familiar to him through family connections and available - she agreed to the arrangement. They were married in 1936. Mom and her brother returned home to their dad’s wedding and a stepmom at the tender age of 7.

“if you are going to err, err on the side of Love for you can never love too much.”

The year mom turned 36 she was fearful that she too would die.  My mother had no understanding of why her mother left her, or why she died. As she grew, she would ask neighbors and relatives what happened to her mother... What was she like? Stories were shared but mom went to her grave not knowing the reason for her mother’s death. Mom’s searching opened her heart to God.  I’m not sure when exactly this happened but I witnessed its power.  She thrived on relationships: creating them, building and growing them, resuscitating them when they were being smothered or healing them when they were broken. Mom was a heart-to-heart caregiver, nurturer and worker bee. She was strong minded and fierce in her advocacy for the most life-giving path no matter what the situation. Mom could also be stubborn and make mistakes. It was tough for mom to forgive. The pain was often quite deep but with God’s help she got there. Often, she shared her healing journey with me.  She became very fond of a phrase she lived, “let go and let God…Trust”. She also advised often, “if you are going to err, err on the side of Love for you can never love too much.” As Mom aged, she always did her best to be present at our gatherings as family.  I couldn’t help but notice her stance of quiet gentle awareness. Her peace and joy came from a deep sense of knowing there was something greater at work among us…it was as if she was holding in her heart a constant vigil of Love drawn from the source of Great Love.

There is a richness in my mom’s story that is full of desire to live in God and allow God to live in her. My mother’s story matters greatly to me.  It informs my heart and soul… I need to pray it, listen to it, learn from it, and allow it to grow in me, transform me, open me to the possibilities of the life I have yet to live. Her life was and is God’s precious gift to me.  My cup overflows.

On this Mother’s Day, I celebrate and give thanks for my mother and all the mothers who help us continue to create the landscape of our lives. I celebrate and give thanks to all the “other-mothers” who come in the form of teachers, spiritual guides, mentors, aunts, sisters, grandmothers, for all mothers and other-mothers who carry unbearable suffering due to war, disease, famine, racism, crime, homophobia… To all mothers and “other-mothers” may God bless and keep us forever.

Little did I know that when I became a mother that I would fall deeper into Love and stay in love my whole life. I end with the words attributed to Pedro Arrupe, sj.

-Linda Mooney, Associate

 Image: Markus Winkler/Unsplash

Palm Sunday Memories

I have wonderful memories of Palm Sundays past. My friend and I for many years went to visit her Dad on Palm Sunday weekend in a rural village in eastern Ontario. The village was small; the parish smaller but the spirit was alive and well. I could see Jesus being very comfortable here riding through town on his wee donkey, a sign of peace rather than dominance in His day.

Sadly, short days later his celebration of welcome turned to one of scorn, the suffering servant was about to be revealed. (Isaiah 50:4-7) He accepted this treatment with faith in His loving Father. With humility, putting others before Himself, (Phil 2:6-11) Jesus submitted to the torture of the cross. Luke’s passion narrative (Luke 22: 14-23, 56) reminds us of Judas’s betrayal, Peter’s denial and repentance, the women’s faithfulness  and centurion’s acknowledgement that Jesus was “this was a great & good Man”.                  

As we move into this most Holy of weeks, let us remind ourselves, daily, of our own faithfulness, our own weaknesses and our belief that Jesus was and is truly our God who loves us especially in our admitted weakness. May you have a blessed Holy Week my friends.

-Maureen Condon, CSJ Associate

Images from Unsplash: Brooke Lark/Alessandro Bellone