Ken Pollitz: Pray, grow, mow as you go
By Ken Pollitz - Guest Column
Regardless of my performance on any essay, paper, exam, or assigned homework, the professor’s formal notation at the bottom of every student’s submission remained the same.
Having briefly scanned my work, I’d eventually come to his scripted concluding mandate to “Ora et labora!”
With already monumental deficiencies in the English language, my Latin vocabulary couldn’t even fill a thimble. Historically rooted in directives among monks of a monastic order, I learned the expression means to simply “pray and work!”
Once more Doug, my good friend and pastoral colleague, and I, were prevented from taking our annual pilgrimage north of the border into Canada. Unable to enjoy the glorious sites and minimal sounds of a week-long silent retreat at the Loyola House Retreat Center in Guelph, Ontario, we set our sights south, instead.
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Ken Pollitz: Time is ticking away
By Ken Pollitz - Guest Column
As the unstoppable Social Media high-speed train barrels down the tracks, some of us are either sprinting to catch up, hanging on for dear life or maybe never got on board. The pace is fast and furious and shows no signs of letting up.
A mere smidgen of confidence can be derived from the fact that I have literally thousands of emails and text messages under my belt, or more precisely, below my fingertips. Though qualified to type, this doesn’t imply I can keep up with the times in our cyber-social ecosystem.
Ken Pollitz: Wrap, wrap, wrap, he’s the wrapper
By Ken Pollitz - Guest Column
Were he called the Little Drummer Boy, he’d be best characterized as “marching to his own beat.”
Prior to pick up for the weekend’s yuletide festivities, he expressed reluctance. It wasn’t the trip over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house that concerned him. No, if he were to have visions of sugar-plums dancing in his head, he insisted he get to sleep in his grandparents’ nearby walk-in closet.
His wish granted, there was again peace on earth and goodwill most of the weekend!