Updated Aug 18, 2025

An audit of love

From the initial feedback, from text, voice and emails sent to me, your 2025 women’s summit was a success!

I bought nine tickets and they went to homeschool moms (my wife Donna, now in heaven and I homeschooled the Beckman kids over 40+ years); some teens now young adults, and my daughter in law named Queen of Heaven, in Lingua Latinam Regina Coeli said it was great!

(odd knowledge file: 23 years before she married my youngest son, Zach, I helped her mom with alternate spellings of Coeli, when both our families were in the modern early homeschooling Catholic movement since the 1980s)

Compliments to an excellent program:  Here’s a sample of a texted praise for your follow-up session, IF as all good ministries you evaluate things:

“Hi Mr. Beckman, this is Angel (name changed for safe environment protection reasons). I just wanted to say thank you so much for the LiveAction Women’s Summit tickets! My mom and I really enjoyed the conference, and are grateful you gave us the opportunity to attend it!(prayer hands)”

To God be the Glory!  Not sure who the Secret Bouncer was, but to encourage Live Action team to not rush to judgement at the next Cvent gathering, please read on.

Truth be told, Mr. unknown Summit guru, months ago, I had pre-purchased 9 tickets to donate because I have come to trust the quality of ministry via Live ACTION.

“Angel” quoted above is the daughter of a family I see many Thursdays for an Inland Empire homeschooling cooperative, and she and her mom attended that Saturday.  You may not realize there are large numbers of events & programs competing for time and space in people’s lives, and active homeschooling parents are very cautious, as we all should be, to what we expose our kids.  AND ourselves.   And, just in case you had prejudged my intentions, refused to at least interview me  and thought I was a pervert infiltrating the event, at 73 I took my latest Safe Haven~safe environment training for the 7th time in 33+ to remain totally beyond reproach.

Mr Rush2Judgement, sometimes it is OK to have a human male at your events, including someone who supports and followed the ministry well over 20 years. Though my youngest Katy is now 22, I continue to help at that homeschooling co-op, teaching a class or two, helping with sound tech for showcase etc.; certainly a joy and a large part of the reason is not enough dads can be there weekly.

Homeschooling is a lifestyle more than a choice.  History has shown it is always good to have a dad at a homeschooling co-op, even during the Dr Pfaucinstein Covid years at the parks we gathered at.

Your suspicion and judgement without investigation is similar to a recently transferred bishop.  Bishop McElroy proved, not all Catholic leaders like Catholic parents following CCC2223 being the primary educators of God’s gifted bundles of joy.  Now, maybe providentially, the San Diego bishop was moved to DC after telling homeschoolers they were the unwashed and can’t use parish rooms reserved for the elite parish Catholic kids; it’s  as if they can only get the crumbs from the parish table.

And as a real estate broker, I have the freedom to help; and became a frequent “Sacred Heart Patrol” dad.  One Thursday, a young teen boy and girl (quote “ain’t but two sexes”) practiced their safe? sex habits in the park’s bathroom  about 6 years ago.  It seemed their public school planned parenthood trained teacher would give them at least an A- for the lab of life.  As long as they did their practicum using a condom on a cucumber or banana successfully.   So, I redid my busy schedule to be at as many of the coop teaching sessions at the park.

 Point is, ALL parents homeschool from birth; but some turn their kids over to governmental schools at age 3-5 where they can learn from the SIECUS or Sex Information and Education Congress of the US.  The teaching arm of Margaret’s Hell, that racist bigoted Sanger who helped form the National Racial Laws of 1935 in my half heritage country Germany.

Sometimes, math and English studies are mixed in here in California via the $330 billion drained from taxpayers yearly. Here’s where you guys come in righting the wrong of silly and dangerous ideologies. It has been proven and you may know, a kidnapped 8 year old girl, if put into sex service, will average 30,000 sex acts by the time she turns 18 a decade later.  This is just another sad reason the four years of cartel compliance by the Biden Obamanation regime was particularly evil.  Anyways…Sound of Freedom, the movie, shows the importance of your work at LiveACTION

Our world is dying to know what LiveACTION knows!

Kudos, LiveACTION.  Obviously, this Cvent event took incredible planning and prep, especially on Saturday long before the ladies arrived.

Since I paid to get kicked out, please walk with me a moment.  My Saturdays, in case you wonder, start early.  Mass at St Norberts or St Anthony, a couple dozen roses purchased before or after from TJs.  These, like I did at the Hyatt before ejected, are given to each lady prayer ‘warriors’ and sidewalk counselors at PP, hell’s stronghold in the OC, Tustin at 22fwy, planned parenthoodlum’s central.

For the LiveACTION info database: recently retired, Chief Evil Officer CEO Jon Dunn was paid $692K annually to kill kids and maim mothers, the PP HQ for two counties.  This kill mill has been a thorn in my side for well over three decades.  Thank you, it will be well attended on June 28th, anticipating the Senate vote to end planned parenthoodlums access to family funds, a la taxpayer $$.  LONG overdue:none of us should be robbed to support the modern Oswiecim, better known as Auschwitz on many street corners.

The rest of the roses on Saturday and other days, are used to slow down cars bearing precious cargo, moms with and without a living child.

Rarely does a car NOT stop to get the rose and some free advice flyer; often a woman-child will change her mind, something we see immediately or will find out in heaven.  With 11 kids of my own and 22 grandkids, EVERY life being precious is 2nd nature. Always being careful NOT to rush to judgement, but assume the best about others.  You teach this as a ministry well, but sometimes we need to look inward as well. Sometimes the top leadership of a fast growing $20 million/yr org needs some self examination.

This Saturday, after leaving planned parenthood, I headed toward the Hyatt up Tustin Ave;  my life, as your lives, is about seeing with Christlike eyes, the opportunities to show mercy and preach the Gospel with or without words.

These happen all day and night but often we miss them, preoccupied with our own plans and well laid out hopes.  Often, innovation and the Holy Spirit can be stymied, when we are so provincial as to think ROSES given to an amazing doctor like Dr. Lauren Roybal, or pregnant ladies and sponsored attendees (like my 9 8) are evil.  Look in the mirror, Chief bouncer decision maker: were you that busy that Judgemental Rush was the only pathway, sir?

I realize LiveACTION is not exclusively a Catholic org though many Catholics are involved, but Catholics call this predisposition to helping others, the spiritual and corporal works of mercy. 

Fancy term for preaching the Gospel and using words if necessary, attributed to St Francis d’ Asis but probably from one of his followers.  “Do the Truth in Love”. The next person that needs us, IF our eyes and ears are attentive, could be less than 2 feet away or a cell text or call NOW!

Calm down, “faith without works” crowd, as a Catholic apologist and exhortationist, we have had quite a few discussions between Protestant & Catholic ideologies in my over 50 years of ministries.  There is room to always pull a 1 Peter 3:15 humbly, witnessing to the next person we meet (the 2 foot rule), and help them, whether high end donor class or street homeless, like say Wendy I met on the left turn island.  Speaking of…

Wendy IS her name; I drove past her June 21 about 915am heading to the 55 fwy and didn’t have the heart to not engage her in conversation and leave her with lunch money.  So I u-turned twice.

Time and weathered Wendy told me she was homeless, that she had four kids who had been trafficked earlier in life.  She rattled off their ages, 24, 21, 19, 17 just like God routinely told us in Genesis the lifespans and ages of Adam etc (Methuselah 969, Noah’s 930 etc) in Genesis as if they were real lifetimes.

Which, incidentally, they are. Hard to imagine, but realize God’s perfect creation including extraordinary lifespans until Noah’s ship building Ark tours.

It’s just difficult for my acquaintance Scott Hahn and Curtis to put that reality in the commentary on page 65 of Genesis 5 (new beautiful Ignatius OT/NT study bible).  Not sure why but maybe in the next edition/printing.  Read it for yourselves, LiveACTION figures: “There is as of yet no positive solution to these enormous lifespans…”   My take is simple, God’s Genome of the human body was perfect in the beginning, protected by a worldwide vapor canopy UNTIL the Famous worldwide Noahic total reformational Flood followed the first rains and loss of SPF1000 sunscreen.  Sorry, drifting off topic.

God created a perfect universe that enveloped a perfect earth back then; before the flood and the misappropriated rainbow flag, man and woman lived much longer than today.  If we average lifetimes today, we might not even clear 40 or 50, since prebirth kids ARE alive and human and must be measured in.  This is the beauty of the explosion of LiveACTION’s reach and ministries.  But, please DO NOT LOSE SIGHT OF YOUR FIRST LOVE.

I asked Wendy if she saw her kids much, Wendy said very little and gave me some background which I won’t share here. Pray for Wendy, if you will.

This is why I am an exhortationist: EVERYONE needs encouragement, less rush to judgement and more compassion.  How many times have I or you heard “Don’t give them a dollar, they’ll just buy booze or cigs.”  ‘You know how those homeless are, not worthy of cash or care.”

Too often, homeschoolers are looked at with a jaundiced eye as well.  Maybe my bible is different than yours, but the admonition to help doesn’t have a checklist.  Should God ask you after you die, “Why didn’t you give that poor soul a Fig Bar and a couple dollars, McD’s gift cert for a Big Mac or Egg McMuffin?”  Will your answer be: “Big Macs are terribly unhealthy and I was busy heading to my hair appointment or actually to this awesome Women’s Summit were Roses are banned.

A gift given is just that: freely offered with no demand for return.  Like Roses at a woman’s summit in Huntington Beach on a beautiful end of spring Saturday.

I got to the Hyatt close to 10am, and took the remaining few dozen roses to the ballroom, but your crack security gentleman said I needed:

“credentials”

I smiled, respectfully thanked him and recalled “credentials” came up 11 months before, at the National Eucharistic Congress on July 19th last year.

So I went to the registration table…an excellent Avanell and another volunteer helped me get my nametag and goody bag (With six daughters it will be used; no I don’t wear high heels or lipstick) and headed to the open ballroom door at the back, staying way back by the camera stand so as not to be disruptive.

Memo to the Rose Donor Banisher: grease up the entry doors next year or put an attendant there.  I’d volunteer but I know my money is NOT good at LiveACTION anymore.

As it turned out, the entry door kept banging as mentioned as ladies entered and exited, so I played door man and concierge. No, I did not have a volunteer shirt on but, as all Christians must do, when we see a need, we jump in and help.

The noise level dropped considerably as I held the door for the eager participants, all it seemed were female; the men were the guards and cameramen, and more at the VIP mixer later in the day, which I couldn’t attend because the Roses Hating Decision Maker would probably have me arrested for “enthusiastic sharing of the Gospel of Joy, Peace and Love…” in physically providing the singular symbol of womanhood from their boyfriend, husband and/or fathers.

Let this sink in: I’ve got maybe 27 years left on this planet, so anyone reading this will outlast me; but its not how LONG we live, but HOW we live long that really counts.  Smell the flowers, yes the roses, see the innate beauty in nature, understand God’s Ultimate plan promising His Eucharistic Son long before He created a race of beings, human, yet UNmade!

Being in my 8th decade in this county, I know a person or two.  No brag, just fact.

When Dr Lauren (Roybal) headed to the dais, it was my cue.  I jogged up to the front and handed this friend, a bunch of white roses and she uttered a name that rhymes with Len.  I told her they were from Jorge, her amazing husband and fellow doctor of good medicine. I have spoken to crowds, large and small, in classrooms and convention centers, and know how nervous “presenters” can be.   Your misguided judge y jury might call this a stalker incident, most honest people would call it a gesture.  Lauren appreciated it, to “have a friend” in the crowd.  Mr. Rushing2Judgement Judge, you might try giving roses more frequently to your spouse.  She just might be surprised in a good way.

Please note: As swift as I gave them to this brilliant doctor, mother and great wife, I headed back to my door man role far from the stage. No riot; no rock tossing like the sad often paid mindless rioters in downtown LA, which my beloved wife had to work through.

I was content to keep the door decibels below a jet at 100 feet, but was rudely interrupted by the hired “help.”  Funny truth: once the first break, and the rest of the roses given to people I know, some I sponsored, like the roses, sir: I would have been gone.

Confession, on the way back from Dr Roybal, I stopped briefly to give a rose to a very pregnant young mother and also, a very young daughter through her mother and she smiled.  I told mom this was from your husband and from her (the little lady) father.

Back at my doorman “station”, I started recording Lauren’s talk, still softening the roar of the door and occasionally giving a rose to someone who deserves a rose every day of her life!!   Her name is “woman” by the way.  Pope St John Paul the Great put it succinctly, reading from a book titled “Confessions of Father Pio Vianney”:

“John Paul the Great was point on in saying Christ ‘assigns as a duty to every man the dignity of every woman’ “

Sorry, Mr. Powerful, I take these words seriously.  Whoever wrote that book really needs help, with no pagination and few pics; but reread the words. These are most powerful; for IF every man lived by these moral truths, there would be a lot less violence toward women, and lot more of the peace that passes all understanding in the world.  Yes, I know we have a “broken” world decaying, but that’s OUR job in persona Christi, to help mend and get each other to heaven as unscathed as possible.   Not just on stage, but on ground level all day long.

67 million dead and harvested babies killed for sport and parts over the last five decades.  Not to mention, less sex trafficking, slavery of young women and yes, boys.  Humans would be treated like the precious beings they are.

Meanwhile, the “protect women from roses at a woman’s conference leader” hides in the shadows.  This Rose Exhortationist was not disruptive, doing an unscheduled help with a noisy entry door while the film crew did their best.

I did mention I had bought a block of tickets and had intended to give the flowers to those I “sponsored” at the first break in the LiveACTION. Being a dad of 11 with 22 grandkids, yes, you could call me “prolife” but talk IS cheap unless matched with intentional action.  In your case, LiveACTION.

Often, though, the best laid plans are interrupted.  A security gentleman approached me and said “you need to leave”.   He first asked my name which I then showed him the sacred “credentials”.  It matched what I told him, Len Beckman. No response.

I asked him why he wanted me gone and he gave me no answer; I asked, could I finish the taping of Dr Roybal’s talk, and he said no.  When I asked him “who decided that giving roses to women at a women’s summit conference is a capital crime punished by unwelcome expulsion.” No answer like the robotic hired hand he was.  A good man, no doubt, but a poor surrogate for the real decision maker, hidden from view to protect his ego.

If you looked around, the roses had little competition.  And the thorns were, in the main, removed so no participant would be injured in the making of this bounce out.

He still demanded my exit, so I gathered the remainder of my roses and gig bag and headed to the hallway.

As I passed the registration table, I asked Avanell what and who called for this? She had no answer.

Notice the picture above, over a decade + old, of two beautiful women: one my daughter and the other an ‘adopted’ daughter. The very young woman in the middle you might know but since then she’s married with children.

Actually, today, all three are married, two are moms and one thing is sure: they all are in God’s plan.

No, mystery Herod still hidden in plain sight, I am not a stalker, although mom Lila has been a “victim” of roses before from this old guy.

Since your face recon and forensics (I am a forensics real estate broker professional) may be deficient, confession, I provided Joe’s wife a rose at a Steubenville concert, 11 (messaged from her man Joe) ruby reds on July 18th in Indianapolis; one on Sept 28th, the day before my St Michael’s day heart attack reset at hell’s kill mill on Tustin and 22 fwy.

Oh, and I did support your ministry by purchasing four “Fighting for LIFE” retro bio books at Holy Trinity in Ladera Ranch which I passed on to willing recipients, past youth ministry young adults I know.

By the way, I am NOT a prophet nor the son of a prophet. That was the night I mentioned that Lila (she’s the lady between the two other beautiful women above) could become a true “doctor of the Church”, something reserved to public acclamation based on one’s works, like St Therese or St Monica’s playboy kid, St Augustine.  And hierarchical intervention.

Pleading my case to the unidentified security guy: I mentioned I am a long time donor and supporter of LiveACTION, just bought a block of tickets for some great moms and their daughters, also some women I know who really needed the day as it turned out.

By the way, what a blessing Avanell is to your ministry!  A good soldier, she told me about the Defund PP on the 28th; I told her I am speaking and presenting at a conference far away; Avanell then mentioned a men’s conference but I was being herded out as she did.

Of course, I would be happy to “present”/speak briefly at a LiveACTION event, but the Roses Ejecting mystery man won’t have that ever happen.  Organizational dynamics being what they are. I’ll provide my curricula vitae for that remote possibility.

Well trained in the art of misdirection, it was obvious to me she was just “doing her job”.  Which she is most excellent at.  However, it really wasn’t her role nor that of the male security guys.  It was the role of someone lacking the moral clarity and basic Biblical Matt 18:15 ignorance how to handle someone deviating from the plan.   He may never have heard this maxim.  God is busy with us while we make our plans.Obviously, I couldn’t say hi to my daughter in law or her sisters at the next break, so my chess riddled brain thought:

My next stop was to be Corona as it was, so the flowers would not survive in my car; thus:

In the corridor, I gave a dozen to a longtime friend and youth ministry young adult I’ll call VV (I served as a youth minister and DRE over 3+ decades); a couple roses to the registration table.  Last visit I made before my security escort got too upset, was to a new exhibitor, which most of you new to the prolife arena, are clueless about his pioneering efforts for life, Gregg Cunningham. My last few roses went to Gregg’s team as I purchased some of his wares.

Then, I left so as not to embarrass the faceless moral midget who wouldn’t even identify him or herself, be the adult and dialogue. It’s so much easier to pronounce prejudicial judgement through “underlings”.

He would have better understood; the truth is, the excuse is time-worn: “I was too busy to talk to that unwashed reprobate stalker, or whatever he thought, because I am a big man in the LiveACTION universe.”

Sorry sir, true leaders know how to lead; as orgs grow, sometimes we need to humbly re evaluate our role.  Or at least, set down some guidelines like “Roses will never be allowed at any women’s event in the future.”   Bold, yes, understanding of the power of a flower, but we lifelong learners never quit being open.

True big men, like Robert Francis Prevost, are good leaders, do not rush to judgement.  Maybe it was a woman leader, but whichever of the two sexes designed by God, they need a refresher course in Socratic interchange.  Or at least, ask the simple questions before you boot out a former supporter and donor.

I still wanted to know who called for the expulsion!   This “rush to judgement” is a fatal flaw of too much of our culture; if the decision maker, male or female, had the testicular fortitude to come up to me and ask a few questions, I wouldn’t have to write this short long plea for  hope.

Very little has disappointed me over the years regarding LiveACTION and its predecessor’s history.   Funny, I am no victim though I wonder what is the mettle of a man who won’t come forward to at least find out the whys before his Pontius Pilates moment.  I threw no tantrums; I didn’t force him to call the police and make a scene.  Maybe he hoped it would be so, to exonerate his decision: after all, who’d a thunk this:

ROSES should be banned where women are learning and sharing.??

Maybe some day I will know his name; I have a pretty good idea and he didn’t need to use facial recon technology to hide in the shadows and play Herod.

Thank you for the follow up email from another hard-working LiveACTION employee, Ann Wheeler, coincident with the Summit:

“Thank you so much for joining us at our 1st annual Women’s Summit! We are so thankful you were with us and hope this event inspired and motivated you to continue to stand boldly for truth and build a culture of life!

Please take a moment to fill out the post-event survey below to help us improve for next y

We are looking forward to seeing you in 2026!”     Really?  Tell that to the guy who bans rose delivery to appreciative moms

This last email came on Sunday but I didn’t do the survey yet; I will let this suffice.  Sorry Anne.  You were very helpful when the Cvent website was so confusing for multiple tickets.  Same folks who handled the NEC last July it seems.

I just hope, Mr. Decision Maker, you glean something good from these words, even if you think I am a zany 73 fan boy or stalker.  Sorry, little man, come out of the shadows please.  No woman would act like this.   My passion for life issues goes much farther back (11 kids, first one 44 years ago) and my involvements wouldn’t matter to you.  But, at least, take this away today: your decision, like my decision to buy tickets for Galas and Women’s Summit, have good and bad impacts.

This is life and here’s another relevant example: it’s no different than when Alicia looked at me from her “shotgun seat” and the rose, poised on the driveway of hell’s kill mill Orange and blurted out: “I don’t want to hurt my baby.” 

I gave her the red rose as her driver man watched, with an info sheet and said simply: “You don’t ever have to come back to this hell hole; free help is available and here’s the number to the Life Center two blocks away”.   Even today, I don’t know the baby’s name and out of my intense desire to protect moms and kids, no kid name is mentioned.

But, as the long ultrasound showed, yes provided by PP blared out: “I am ALIVE, please love me enough mom to give me a chance at life.”  Today, the couple and child are in a different state.  So, maybe roses at a LiveACTION event isn’t such a bad thing.  Don’t overthink this, sir, DO!

Last year, I added another participant to your beautiful Gala: on Sept 29th I had a mild heart attack, the feast of St Michael the Archangel, the warrior of prolife protection.

Ironically, with a new stent, I was still considering going to the Gala but I realized you wouldn’t want a disturbance, some guy dropping to the ground,  so I gave it to a much more deserving prolife leader who couldn’t afford the price tag.

My point is simple: practice the spiritual and corporal works of mercy for all comers.  If you don’t know what they are, Google them.  A hearty thank you to Avanell for trying to make lemonade out of the lemons dished up by some twit whose moral compass is stuck on rushed judgement.

I’m no saint nor am I one of your wealthy “whales”, maybe my donations are inconsequential,  but consistently I support courageous groups who believe that Jesus IS the reason for the joy of our lives.  Apparently, roses can get me in trouble, and can be anathema even at a National Eucharistic Congress in Indiana last year when given to nuns and mothers.

God forbid His beautifully arrayed flowers get in the hands of His last, most complex and most important creation: womanhood.   If you call this a fixation, maybe so.  A “fixation” on doing the Will of Someone much greater than ourselves.  Honoring the Father’s call in the middle of eternity as we work toward a better more eternally focused world.

Could it be an interstate watch list exists?  The one minute version: last July out of sight, except for the hi tech football cops’ facial recognition system, I tossed 11 red roses up to the base of Lila’s dais Thursday night, July 18th before she began her excellent presentation.

Next I saw an NEC staffer pick them up and assumed she would get them.  The note simply read:

“Lila, good work.  These are from your husband, Joe and will be the last time you receive a bunch from me.  God bless you two as your family grows.  Dad of 11”

Months later, I saw her briefly at my infamous nefarious PP kill mill, the saturday Sept 28th before my mild heart attack on St Michael’s feast day weekend. I asked “Lila, did you get the roses at your NEC talk?”  She told me, no Len, I did not.   Wow!  Maybe the stage staffer thought they were poisoned or had an organic bomb built in.

But, Lila’s “no” told me volumes. Flash back to NEC, Friday morning July 19th, a crisp St Joseph monthly ‘date’, a long time friend, the armless Tony Melendez was announced. He was following excellent Catholic apologist Patrick Madrid’s famous “I never said you stole money!” routine in Indianapolis.  Look it up!

I got permission from the NEC security staff to give Tony, tho armless the itinerant lover of Christ guitarist, a brief hug. A short surprise similar to white roses for a gifted Dr Roybal. No impact except maybe to a similar preoccupied with appearances not substance, secret impulsive judge.

All of 20 seconds, just as he told the world “I can’t hug you…” I circled around him and said to the crowd: “…but Tony, we can hug you.”  His surprise turned to recognition since I first saw him early in life, similar to seeing Lila years ago in Downey with my Briana and Maria.

The date was Sept 15, 1987 and I was with my 30 youth ministry teens from Christ Cathedral’s predecessor parish St Callistus now a tract of homes; nothing on earth is permanent…except the virtue of love/charity.

Tony was the “gift” to Pope Saint John Paul the Great, coming up from below stage at Universal Amphitheater, playing his 6 stringer with his toes and singing “Never Been the Same.”  All of us were surprised and the great Pope jumped down, hugged Tony and said with his Polish accent, “I love you Tony!”

Is this important, Mr. Mystery Banisher? Maybe. Please don’t “rush to judgement”, as you are prone to doing; be sensitive to the Spirit, pray unceasingly as you make decisions. You are not the only rash person; we all judge quickly. I “Mea Culpa” often as all humans are prone to doing.

For your recon watch list file on this 73 year old grandpa to 22,  I traveled with Tony overseas 3 times since 2000 and sometimes played his hands on buses and convention centers. He is a friend for life and he was grieving that July on stage, having lost his beloved son (similar I gather to the Father’s loss on Friday the 13th day of Hebrew Abib…a couple thousand years ago) a year before.  In fact, son Andres birthday was the next week after the National Eucharistic Conference closed. Yes, impulsive yet not being a distraction: in fact, WITH PERMISSION to be a part of the plan.

A mere 20 seconds, wearing the same 30 year old Sacred Heart Patrol hat as at the Hyatt, the people loved it, Tony identified me briefly as a friend from the past, and back at my end zone Lucas Oil seat. But who I am is unimportant: good ministry occurred.

10 minutes later (your security guy didn’t wait 10, more like 7 or 8 minutes: you have the recordings to prove it), three football stadium cops asked me to follow them, leaving my lovely wife, Mary, stepmom of 5 years stranded, and ushered me to their “security interrogation room”.

The top cop, Billy, falsely identified himself as the chief of police (they were excellent at bouncing drunk 3rd quarter football fans apparently) first words:

“Partner, what were you thinking?”  A little banter back and forth and he said gloatingly: “We saw you toss the roses last night”.   Oh my, giving roses is not only considered illicit at a LiveACTION Cvent, it also is illegal in the midwest.

Mr Herod mystery banisher judge and juror without explanation, understand they had put me on a watch list of sorts, using high end facial recognition because of a dozen minus one, roses gifted to your LiveACTION foundress (that rose went to a nun in the seats).

They were bought at Krogers and freely given, like at the Olympics or a seasoned skating competition to an ice skating primadonna.

Mystery expeller, ever give your spouse a rose?  Let me in on a little secret:  EVERY woman deserves a rose or a flower EVERY day. Try it sometime, IF you have a romantic bone in your quick to judge body.  My dilemma is the skepticism the Church and those calling themselves Christian that has creeped in: we are BLESSED my good sir!   If you ever read Orwell, 1984, this is the bizarro nature of super gridiron cop Billy:

“If we hadn’t given you permission, we would have tackled you”  Yes, he said these words!

Ok. Next after 17 minutes of his recorded interrogation, which he promised would be provided me through the NEC (NEVER happened) he gave me one option

“You walk out of here right now, or we will arrest you for trespassing. ”   Hmm, even with permission, the embarrassed stadium secuity wanted their pound of flesh. TO THIS DAY, I DON’T KNOW IF AS HE CLAIMED, NET WANTED ME GONE. Or in his arrogance, he decided unilaterally to save face even after NEC giving permission for the work of mercy.

Bishop Cozzens, a true saint in the making, called me months ago and told me he had no clue it happened; we share some lifelong involvements and had a pleasant telecon, but…

Billy said “You can not come back until Sunday night (it was Friday, one day in for the NEC) or you will be arrested.”

Prejudice comes in many forms mystery banisher.  Like LiveACTION, I never heard from an NEC staffer as promised.

Plus, never got the transcript of the 17 minutes session with the so-called Indianapolis Police Chief (the real one looked a bit older), maybe when I file a FOIA request with Indy City Attorney I will get it.  Being involved in sensitive forensics at times (no I am perfectly sane even after 11 kids) and needed it.

How did I know it was 17 minutes?  I inadvertently recorded it on my cell, and was able to create a transcript that makes 1984 look like a kid’s book.  Just in case.

Mystery banisher, my point is long winded but simple:  I forgive your shortsightedness; it only cost me a few hundred dollars, a $30 valet and three dozen roses. I lost out on meeting some of those we aided getting to the event and requisite ministry, but God ALWAYS has a plan despite our own. Here’s an example, always important to see the big picture.

Indy Colts’ Super cop Billy banished me to the streets outside the stadium and Indianapolis Convention Center.  As I walked the mile to my car, I came upon ten Event Staffers eating pizza and they asked me what was going on inside.  I told them and we dialogued Socratic style for fifteen minutes: true Catholics believe in the Real Presence of Jesus in the former bread and wine.  That He is present in the Eucharist.  The Congress celebrated this reality with speakers and Holy Hour Adoration, the Mass.  The Event Staffers had lots of question and as a Catholic apologist, junior at best, I witnessed to these great people.

The rest of the story is too long, but the fingers of God’s work in them.  Mystery banisher, there is a cost.  It cost Mary and I thousands in air fare, car rental, the Congress attendance fee alone was $700.  Biggest cost was Mary so looked forward to coming 2000 miles; we missed out on so much because of my permitted hug.  Mother Teresa has a great sharing on this you should read, sir bouncer:

“If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives: Be kind anyway. If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies: Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank people will try to cheat you: Be honest anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight: Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous of you: Be happy anyway. The good you do today, will often be forgotten by tomorrow: Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough: Give your best anyway.” ~ Mother Teresa

Wednesday July 17th, we became inadvertent volunteers, helping the neglected elderly in walkers, wheelchairs and even a blind guy, get to the front of the CVent registration line. That was hours on Registration Wednesday; Thursday was the Lila Rose toss.  Friday by noon I was gone, never finding out why.

Mary and I couldn’t even go to the Eucharistic Procession without being arrested, so Sat morn we left town.  Like you, Mr. Mystery spoil sport Banisher, never heard from the uninformed decision maker in Indiana.  No one at the National Eucharistic Congress seems to have a clue who kicked Mary and I out as the excellent got started 2 days in of the 5 day celebration of the Eucharist’s REAL Presence

I hope this was helpful but I am no Pollyanna.  My adult Vet Tech daughter worries I would get arrested.  What? for giving roses to women in joy and need?  We sacrifice for the good of the Kingdom.  Time IS money and I put a chunk of time into writing this.  Mainly to help your ministry as it expands; ministries get to certain levels, whether like you at $20 million or $1MM or $100 million.  NEVER forget your raison d’ etre, first foundationals.  We turn UP not down the heat on ourselves to always “improve our serve”, especially in this era of many unforced errors in some prolife groups as well as the Church.   LiveACTION has done stellar, but the more successful, the more on guard against Hell, Inc. and envious members of the Christian and otherwise, communities.

Our relationship is over, the dust is off my sandals, but please learn the small lesson.  Practice Matt 18: 15, do NOT prejudge, live an intentional life as you help guide the next phase of LiveACTION.  So much good is happening in our prolife world, but remember, where evil abounds, grace abound more.  We need to believe in each other, be self-effacing when dealing with each other.

Last year, Billy the cop wouldn’t let me keep my “credentials” even the orange lanyard had to be surrendered; LiveACTION at least let me out with my name intact.  Look up credentials.  It is defined as “that which entitles one to confidence, credit, or authority.”

I will send in my curriculum vitae, in case you want a seasoned veteran of working with teens and young adults at three parishes over 33 years and decades involved in the prolife arena, including 30 yrs at a crisis pregnancy org, many of which as president.   I can be concise and focused, not as wordy as this audit of love.  Holiness, remember is not a synonym of quiet or conformer, it is something we all work toward in service to the eternal Trinity in this 3rd Millennium. Hmm, great name for a business, Millennium 3.  Too late, it is taken.

Being a 40 year homeschooling dad of 11 and  grandpa of 22 as well, not to mention the oldest of 11 humbly means being “FOR Life” is built in first nature.  Having me participate after being kicked out isn’t impossible:   Stranger things have happened.

After all, you just sent me a receipt, a request for feedback and a new fundraising request.

Dr Roybal texted me this today:  “Thank you again, Len for the sweet gesture!!  It was so nice to see a friend in the crowd.  God bless you!”   Lauren

Mystery banisher, you didn’t know it all and i thought I was just a door man like an East Coast NYC apartment building street level super. Someday, if you come out of the shadows, I’ll buy you a coffee.  Some of that good North Carolina brew one of your vendors had on Saturday.

In His Service and formerly yours,

Len Beckman