Stories growing out of the recent NEC 3 5 6Aug 2024 sept 3 revision
“The Cost of Brotherly (& Sisterly) Love never exceeds the eternal Benefits”

Looking to the Eucharistic Renaissance. as Jason’s urging, just joined the Society of the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus
“Our Church has got to move beyond passivity ensconced in FEAR if we are to revive the True and Real Presence beliefs and help get more souls to heaven.
FEAR..
is an anagram for False Expectations Appearing REAL.
Let’s set the table:
From Oct, 2019 onward, based on the hegemonic Mao Tse Xi’s (pronounced in the King’s English as Mao Say Cheese) duplicity and evil incubation of SARS/Covid among 11 million Wuhanians.
These city dwellers included infected workers flown to Italian and Spanish companies, owned by China, that aided (recall?) early major outbreaks where? Italy and Spain.
We can’t overlook massive medical suppression, lies and Dr Pfaucinstein’s arrogance, while the California Church allowed, tail between our legs, a toddler totalitarian reprobate Catholic tyrant couple, Jen & Gavin Newsom, to do endless evil.
”They locked down schools like loons and worse, talked our Bishops into closing the churches…Get this, NOT in Soviet Russian or atheist communist China, but AMERICA, they locked down all the churches, except for a few unmentioned, like home churches, who defied this nonsense; it really was a wake up call AND theologically, a replay of the First Pentecost upper room lock in.
NEVER again.” ~anonymous
And the ultimate ANSWER of Who IS important from eternity onward, is written in the stars. God the Father planned before time immemorial His Eucharistic Son’s place of destiny, as the daily bloodless Sacrifice in two common species: bread and wine. Heralded on the winter solstice, one Dec 25th in Gregory the Great’s calendar, as the day of His appearance.
Leaving nothing to chance, the Father placed the world’s largest stone monument sitting at the exact Center of the World that points to a Beloved Son’s eternal Eucharistic gift at the House of Bread. True GodFatherly Love.
Until 1620s, we thought 1000 stars, max, in the firmament; yet there’s a Marian star chart from Dec 12, 1531, Mexico City depicting the Virgin and Child, constellation Virgo over her heart and Leo over her womb, the King of kings. and the discernment of the theological virtues. Yes, there is faith, and hope, but the greatest is:
LOVE!
‘If I speak in human and angelic tongues* but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. 2And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have LOVE,
I am nothing ‘ ~~1 Corinthians 13…usccb
Tony Melendez deserved life, like all young Nicaraguans, Polish, German, Americans…all humans. Creed and colors are secondarily incidental to the incredibly perfect work of our eternal Creator; with a club foot and no arms, Tony couldn’t qualify to be a priest and probably not so good at basketball.
But, like his Nicaraguan grandma and Pope Saint John Paul the Great, God knew what He was doing…for all eternity, God has made ZERO mistakes. Just another human child that defies the evil of DEI and the dying world’s definition of success…EVERY human has a place in God’s perfect Plan. And no one is sans talents. None.
With Tony, look at how he’s changed the world over 37 years, one amazing Catholic icon of hope and healing. Drew Mariani, on a recent show put out a beautiful truth: “Humility is the Crystal Bridge that leads us to heaven”
Tony fits that bill so well, no more humble servant on earth than Mr. Toe Jam Pilgrim.
I so wish I can be as humble, for we are at a crisis point as a culture and in need of reawakening this Church to boldness, speaking the Truth in Love. Few can deny our Church is decaying in many parts of America and the world…but Jesus is faithful to His Bride.
This is no time for “legends in our own minds” and arrogance. Remember, He washed feet and He was God! Servant to all.
Please understand, as you read this, humbly, my goal is to encourage others like you the reader to see we are on the ground, looking up as this revival heats up into a Renaissance; no one can deny we are passing through Neo Dark Ages.
Especially the last 4 years… my friend Steve Hager, the father of a Levi who became a Premonstratensian (ok, Norbertine) named Fr. Louis, at St Michaels Abbey, says it simply: “the solution IS the Eucharist”.
Steve, a member of the Knights of the Holy Sepulcher, is the father of two of my kids’ spouses…Levi was Steve & Regina’s 3rd born son, destined and dedicated to God as a Norbertine today, as is the Jewish tradition in the Torah regarding priesthood.
The Eucharist is the Source/Flow, the Summit and Center of our Faith…Jesus IS the center of time (AD & BC), salvation history and in fact, in a very physical way, the world/planet. All this is pointed out in the Border Middle Fire object known as Giza, still towering though harvested for its pure white coverstones, with just a few of the 144,000 that once graced the world’s last wonder still attached.
Chew on Isaiah 19:19-20 and ruminate this: when the Holy Family fled TO Egypt to avoid the arrogant fool Herod, they stayed in a emigrated Jewish settlement near Cairo. I have no doubt Joseph and Mary, and possibly the young Jesus, saw this marvelous gift built 2500 years previously.
What does all this have to do with NEC and the True Presence in the Eucharist?
Reawakening KNOWING what is true. We just need more than the recently polled 25% to see the Real Presence AS the True Gift of Jesus and witness to Its Reality; after all, we are the caretaker of the Gift of the Eucharist, while our Protestant brothers and sisters think Consubstantiation or just In Memory, suffices. It doesn’t and by their choice, they are deprived of so much richness in following the Savior. As a T-Shirt we made decades ago for our ministry at St Anthony Claret:
We are here for the Food. ~John 6
The Eucharistic Mass, receivable daily, is NOT a mausoleum of ancient rituals but what Jesus required us to partake in.
I believe our Proud GodFather, for this first half of eternity, seeks this Role of His Son as well…for he pointed us directly to the House of Bread of Life four millennia ago concretely, with no doubt at all.
A minor little hamlet 5 miles to the City of Peace. Bethlehem. The House of Bread, as it is known to the Jews; by the way, the House of Meat to the followers of Mohammad. But, this object is yet another, though the world’s largest, prefiguring like manna (the bread of life for the wandering Jews); the wedding at Cana (where water became wine) etc.
Paraphrasing the 2nd greatest commandment, “See a need, meet the need IF you can, than move on to the next!” is how I live my life in dyslexic year 27...I begin each sunrise with a mantra: “It’s a GREAT day to be alive! Lord, use me as You Will, not my will”.

Boy punches out girl at Olympics: gets the gold
DON’T BE DECEIVED BY THE EVIL THAT SURROUNDS US IN THE DEATH CULTURE (POPEStJPtheGREAT’s words). See the Good!
In so many ways, we have succumbed to the world’s rule, like it’s the 49th day after the Resurrection or 9 days past the Ascension (Thursday, NOT the West’s version of move it to Sunday because Thursday no one will come! Secret: they still don’t come as they should). But HOPE springs eternal. To this man of Joy, yes! Don’t let anything get you down.
Uh, my beloved Catholic brothers and sisters, listen to the stats: they already are NOT coming to the greatest blessings and gifts darkening the Church’s doors ALL Sundays, holy days of opportunity (obligation) and daily Mass.
Mark these words: this will change for the better! Don’t wait and see>>>> DO! Be a part of the Renaissance.
What great times we are living in, if only we take off the blinders of fear (there’s that word again) from the godless and the constant lies of the loons, leftists and ObamaNation of Decepticons and Desolators (excellent definition of what ails us, rooted in Scripture).
Maybe the party of slavery doesn’t, but I understand bearing false witness is one of the written in stone commands most violated!
Look at hell’s immediate response, what happened soon after the latest National Eucharistic Congress, acknowledging on the American scene Jesus’ REAL Presence, 83 years out: 1941. Ask Anne of Minnesota. She was there AND in Indianapolis.
Dateline, Paris: The Olympics starts out with, as the Jesus impersonator called it, the “Gay Last Supper.” Oh, it was only a Greek myth played out in a former Catholic stronghold, France… never mind the arrangement of four three somes, like Donna and I began in the Living Last Supper for over a decade just after Holy Thursday.
…meanwhile Da Vinci turns in his grave. Next, proving Hell’s ascendancy is real, Mr Khelif, the de-emasculation of manhood, husbands and protective men, one of God’s greatest created beings, woman gets pulverized by a sad sick male fake girl punching out a real Italian woman and getting his worthless Gold.
An acquaintance of mine threepeated in Olympic gold over 3 olympics, and today she is the mother to 3 beautiful girls. Hell assaults God’s Design every chance the demons get; the Algerian Imane Khelif both physically and, as later replays prove, obviously sexually abused Italian Angela Carini, and despite the claims he is a DSD Intersex human, he can never have children like the aforementioned 3peater champ of beach volleyball OR pass the XX chromosome test.
Zounds of Li Thomas…. someone call Riley Gaines!! Point is, God is NOT pleased; He knew what He was doing when he created this massive universe.
Sad was these profane demoniacs practicing their craft in a former Catholic land of Lourdes and more…
But, we are called to build others up, especially the Church. So much spiritual activity, so little time to do it all. Living sacrifices to get more souls to the eternal heavenlies.
As to Tony!
Friday, July 19th, my wife, Mary and I were enjoying Day 3 of the National Eucharistic Congress; after a glorious Fr Rocky led family rosary and just another incredible celebration of the Real Presence redo, the Mass, we stayed in Lucas Oil Stadium after the beautiful Friday Mass for the testimonials.
In his short time, Mr. Experience Patrick Madrid shared two important lessons.
1) His famous six words aid to show the Bible is interpreted by people differently, typically according to their own biases: “I didn’t say you stole money”.
Another being a story coming home to America soon:
2) In 1950s China, after communist Maoists deliberately tossed consecrated hosts on the church floor, the child martyr Li daily self administered by tongue one Eucharist each night; she was killed after pressing her tongue to the 32nd and last Eucharist host. She wouldn’t dare touch the consecrated Hosts with her hands…
Great stories: go to relevantradio.com or pull in the relevant radio app for more info. TY Patrick!
After Mr. Madrid finished, the excellent MC announced Tony Melendez was coming up next; I had no idea he was coming to NEC.
Registration was busy as a volunteer Concierge for the Crippled and Lame. Busy with so much Catholic opportunities to minister and dialogue with fellow Catholics, I didn’t read the vast number of choices for ministry, adoration, Mass, confession completely.
We were in the end zone seats, though no John 3:16 placards around, and I turned to my wife and stepmom, Mary and said
“If they let me…I gotta go give Tony a hug”.
Impulsive but instinctive. My goodness, this NEC is a Catholic gathering of brothers and sisters honoring the Father’s Eucharistic Real Present Son and somehow the blind, wheelchaired and walkered were unattended to for hours of turnstiled lines toward the one minute check-in at the tables.
Plus Thursday night, someone had forgotten EVERY woman deserves a rose every day; one of the most amazing Catholic pro life stories and voice for the voiceless, Lila arrived on stage sans her namesake: a rose.
That afternoon at Kroger’s, a dozen beautiful reds were purchased for the night’s keynote.
With Lila sharing her conversion to Catholicism testimony, no one put roses in her hands as she came to the podium. Some unidentified guy in a Sacred Heart Patrol hat tossed them on stage soas not to disturb her amazing story. A staffer quickly gathered them up, all 11, and hopefully delivered them to the rightful owner.
Often, rigid organizational zero tolerance planning gets in the way of the Spirit, and the organism of the bride of Christ misses the most important need. Stifling the Spirit is something that happens often, but God leaves NOTHING to chance. His Godincidences occur, like butterflies, when you least expect.

Tony’s huglessness is made up with excessive kisses…
Tony and his wife Lynn (plus daughter Marisa) are loved by so many; as to my beautiful bride, Mary and I, we’ve been on an adventure, married for 5 years, 2 months and I think Mary’s a bit resigned to Len doing the harmless but NOT ordinary.
Kind of like the Church of old, he sees everyone in need of hope and joy on this third rock from the sun. Spreading the JOY is job 1. Always.
Donna, the mom to 11, in heaven since 49 days short of age 49 on 9/9/11, is probably smirking.
Butterflies remind me almost daily of Donna’s boundless love celebrated with 1400 at Holy Family Cathedral a week later post her death. It became the Mariposa nickname for our Faustina, soon to be married before year end.
Frankly, the time for mealy mouth passivity is over, BOLD the effort d’ jour. Corinthians continues:
“…If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing…”
Maybe a character flaw that embarrasses some of my 11 kids, I try to always encourage and help others seek Christ in all things and when a good friend is in need, I must act IF it can help. Tony was precisely that person.
You can’t see it by his armless demeanor, Tony is one in need, a friend and brother I had not seen in a few years; last time was before Tony and Lynn lost their beloved son, Andres. Imagine losing your adopted son in his 20s while sleeping; God calls each of us home when He decides. He decided Donna, after 11 kids and time on earth now over, moved to eternity 49 days short of 49 years old; Andres at half that age. But, you should know, Andres’ birthday was just days after Tony’s testimony on stage at the NEC and made this a double opportunity for merciful love of a brother IF the security would allow.
When my Donna went to be with the Lord after a nine month struggle with cancer, she WAS ready and we came to accept this reality: she told me, after a healing Mass, “Len, I got a spiritual healing tonight but the physical was not to be.”
Chemo, radiation, alternative treatments, tons of prayer since Christmas 2010, Donna finished her last 6 months generously devoting her pain to others’ needs. 900 at our birth parish, St Anthony Claret, for her rosary… followed by 1400 at her Holy Family Cathedral funeral Mass attests to her being loved by a wide swath of humans. Not to mention, the kindness of a family we would soon be related to, gave us the perfect reception for celebration.
The cemetery Holy Sepulcher told us later she was #2 in the number of cars, second to the beloved Carl Karcher of Hardees/Carl’s Jr fame, someone we honored in years past for his prolife work.
Point is, God uses whom He wills; Tony does more than many sporting both arms to toss a football, get drunk and cheer boys, 11 to a side on the gridiron instead of at Mass many Sundays. Tony answered the call.
When Tony was born, his grandma knew, reassuring Tony’s well loved crying mom God had plans for her son.
Part of this societal decay, what a great sainted pope called the culture of death, we KILL so many today prebirth because our inane, stupid understanding of what quality of life is all about.
It doesn’t stop there. Look at school boards spaying our daughters like they are junkyard dogs, installing suicidal ideations into girls ravaged with her breasts gone and her vagina scissorhanded to zero… where post pubescence discovery and growing up should reign. Imagine her torment when she realizes she will never nurse the child she will never bore.
Yes our world IS decaying before our eyes. But JOY remains and hope does spring…eternal. The Renaissance is coming.
Tony proves man’s designs and plans are NOT God’s. Today, in the world of satanists and imbeciles like Kamalabort, young prebirth children, built with 30 trillion intricate cells, tissues, organs, systems are routinely killed off and parts sold to planned parenthoodlums, a form of senseless enslavement and baby harvesting.
But, for Tony and Lynn, losing an only beloved son in their 20s instantaneously is a tougher burden; another young man we know well took his life, became a germaphobe during Mao Tse Xi’s Wuhan incubated virus; like so many today, our reaction as a Church coupled with infused fear has created a whole generation of fearful automatons: the Gospel and our personal ministering with the Gospel and Eucharist ARE the only solution to renewing our Church’s health. Fr. Louis is absolutely right!
Meanwhile, in the surreal world, the godless party has a laser carved wooden plank pushing the killing of prebirth kids for sport now being broadcast by putative prez candidate Kamalabort.
The same woman who prostituted herself at 29 for $166,000 400,000 in government panel bucks, built a career that included trying to destroy all crisis pregnancy centers, forcing them to advertise for her satanic kill mills and burglarize David Daleiden’s small Irvine apartment because she is owned by hell’s lieutenants.
Strong words? Just the truth.
Angels in heaven celebrate every time a soul is saved, while Hell celebrates while we major in the minors, too often, now estimated at 66 million, at another abortion.
Here’s hoping the revival begun by NEC will fuel massive renewal, starting with 55,000 “6th day” victorious apostles of love and hope like on Pentecost ’33, they became emboldened with the Spirit desire to spread GREAT news to anyone who’d listen.
Our Church undeniably failed in its response to the tyrants like the sad Newsom twosome, Jen & Gavin, who shut down schools; worse, closed down OUR churches based on med malpractice frauds and we timidly complied with the Pentecost 2020 lockdowns in upper and lower rooms across the state and country.
People of God, NEC vets and everyday Catholics, the time is NOW. The fields are flush with humans ripe for the harvest; meanwhile, we squabble over one Lingua Latinam as if the language of Rome suddenly belongs to lucifer; one wonders if our sister/brother, mainly Lebanese, followers of St John Maron will be shuttered for saying the Mass in the language the first Mass was spoken in: Aramaic.
Only time will tell. John and James demanded ChristoLocation, right and left, and today we are incredibly rich, surrounded with some much Jesus stuff…but do our actions match the uttered words? Does the high of the Congress gain traction?
I moved quickly (race would be a lie as a 72 year old going on 17) toward the ‘stage left’ side on the right and stood watching and listening as Tony went through his testimony of a blessed purpose filled life; God gives EVERY human being certain talents, discoverable IF we listen to good counsel and the Holy Spirit. Tony has so much to give.

A great pope and excellent ToeJammer. The pope is standing
As his testimony portrayed, Tony’s life path was inaugurated one Tuesday Sept 15, 1987. In God’s providence, I was there among the 6000.

Mike McHenry, RIP, a great man..Tony, Steve, a ToeJam pilgrim, Tony’s bro Jose
If you weren’t at the recent NEC with pictures from the past, and/or don’t know him, Tony first appeared on the Church scene in LA California.
Hollywood style, he first rose up from below the Universal Amphitheater stage that Pope Saint John Paul the Great was standing on. Bushy head of hair, guitar on the floor, he began strumming with his right foot, left playing the frets and singing a song he wrote for our well loved pontiff. By luck, I was among the 6000 in the chairs, with 30 of our St Callistus youth that Tuesday. As on stage, July 19th for his latest.
We all were surprised! So were the other three US cities on a 4 city simulcast hookup, with each having a gift for the pope and Tony, the only human one, came last in the City of the Angels.
Ours was a bit unusual but so typical: God uses whom He wants and with major miracles that defy man and hell’s design, He causes good to overcome cheap evil ways of politicians, tyrants, tenured left professors pushing Harvard Hamas hopeless encampments of Jewish hatred and revisionist history. So many Scriptures come to mind: Romans 8:28 or “Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world”. As this post on roses and hugs should show, “All things work together for good for those who Love the Lord”.
Oh, and the continuation of I Corinthians:
* Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, [love] is not pompous, it is not inflated…
Fast forward to July 2024, though, sometimes there is a kink…despite no complaints over a short Tony hug from anyone in the 30,000 or so, in fact a lot of thanks for giving him the “hug he could not give us”, from sisters, friends and lay people alike.
Only by relying on God, can greatness increase!
“Tony, you are truly a courageous young man,” this great Pope told him. “You are giving hope to all of us. My wish is to continue giving this hope to all other people.” Over the years, he has, travelling to far away places. 49 countries. I’ve only been to about 9 of those lands.
13 years later after his floor show, I was privileged to be one of the youth ministry leaders on the WYD 2000 tour that began at Fatima, Portugal and ended in Rome; Tony and another NEC veteran Catholic musician Steve Angrisano led music for Mass and workshops, as we traveled across Europe seeing Catholic sites…like repurposed cathedrals now wedding chapels, and sacred sights Mary appeared at, including a country capitalized by Paris formerly heavily Catholic.
With a million of our closest friends at the time, we closed the WYD week with a huge open air Mass, celebrated by one of the greatest popes of all time, PStJPtheG. Next came 2002, across Canada into Toronto.
A new day and new pope, 2005 was in Divine Mercy Poland, Czech and Germany, just months after we lost PSJPtheGreat to Parkinson’s as my Polish countryman’s ending covered God’s control of the enemy’s necromantic celebrations. Odd? Read on:
Little known, he was an important part of the last days of the Eucharistic miracle Terri Schiavo Schindler…a Catholic sister treated like one of Kamalabort’s Catholic targets, only out of the womb already.
God used our beloved pope’s life’s end to overshadow the celebratory evil of the godless Terri killers, with his dormant Parkinson’s going critical hours after Terri went 13 days only on the Eucharist (from Fr. Pavone, another of the “obedience victims” in this current pontificate) died that Thursday, March 31, 2005.

Security staffer near the camera, lower left. Len took this pic
At the stage stairs, the man with the Sacred Heart Patrol cap chatted briefly with the staffer and said he was going up to give Tony a surprise short hug. Maybe the communications with NEC central was delinked, the staffer let him proceed up the stairs.
No sign or hint of guys who bench 400 pounds before breakfast…no Colts Cops signaling no one is to go on stage… Tony had just mentioned “I can’t give you a hug…” If on cue:
Up on stage, circling around him, I gave Tony a few seconds hug from behind and when he recognized me, I told him “but we can give you one, Tony.”
We chatted super quick, for total of 17 seconds so he could get to his new song, created for the National Eucharistic Congress. I left the stage quickly…headed back to the end zone to sit with my beloved wife Mary and stepmom to an amazing family
Nice of Tony to call this dad of 11 a friend, a brother and blessing, something we all are called to, those who call themselves servants and Catholic. Sadly, the audio in the control booth must have accidentally got muted and the NEC did not have time for vetting the friend of Tony’s on stage: one guesses it was easier to kick out a Catholic who doesn’t passively follow the crowd but esteems all as better than himself.
Tony then sat down and got his feet in position to wow the crowd…something he does well.
As I headed back to my seat in the rear, I stopped a few times, quietly telling the sisters and couples, the Tony hug was from you just as the 60 year old performer had mentioned he could NOT give us.
Though he couldn’t wrap his non existent, Thalidomide degenerated, arms around any of us, Tony is truly one good magnanimous man, although graduating Thomas Aquinas senior Elijah points out in his thesis the Aristotelian MagMan is Jesus the Christ, our Savior. Tony, still, a true servant of the Living God.
God does not seek to glorify the strong and capable; He can use Whom the Spirit discerns will fulfill special purposes. Especially in a world dying to hear the words of Eternal Life.
Back with my patient wife Mary who always has her first husband’s back, ten minutes later the tap on the shoulder came.
Three Lucas Oil Colts Cops, football security officers told me to “follow them”. You’ve seen it watching Monday or Sunday football; noisy adult beverage laden fans raising holy hell around themselves. Get yanked and ushered to the parking lot.
He said “Follow me.” Heard that before in the Gospels, and I simply complied (always a good idea when police ask you to comply) but they took me to their security room near the first aid, behind the seats.
Apparently NOT to fish for souls…NO NEC officials in sight, which one would expect, especially at a Catholic revival: mature adults, even ones like Len, usually can look a man in the eye and explain why the NEC hierarchy decided, without facts or explanation, you gotta go. Then for weeks after, ignore repeated requests for a report long promised. Amazing what $700 doesn’t buy these days; must be Bidenflation.
Along the way, I asked what they wanted and was cordial but greeted with the non conversational; I wasn’t their usual meth head or drunk Colts fan apparently.
Recall, the words of Paul in Corinth continue:
(Love) is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury,
it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.
In the security room was a woman with a laptop at the table; she told me the boss would appear soon and asked for my license, which I provided and the “chief” as they called him came in. He began asking questions:
First out, from the security chief “did you know we could have tackled you just now?” (this is Intimidation 101: get the perp to cower)
I said, of course, you are the police and hired security and are there to protect those on stage and the participants.
Dumb question: then WHY would you give permission for ascending the side stairs? Was it to do a little Colosseum action like in Gladiators’ days? If tackled, it easily could be a trip to the hospital or worse, but being on the Watch list (I discovered later) could have fueled a testosterone burst.
Of course, I thanked him for not… I’ve never played professional football and it might make an interesting show, but despite Tony saying I was a friend and brother on stage, less than an hour later, I was learning a lesson. I did apologize. Conform or get punished; zero tolerance for an unwritten rule never mentioned. Be careful whom you show kindness to. The usual lies against spreading the Gospel joyfully.
What I didn’t tell my interrogators was if they listened to Tony’s last words, calling me a brother and friend, just maybe they would have made a call to the NEC designate for advice… but God was in control, I was at peace and ready to go back to my seat once it was resolved. 40 days and counting later, I STILL HAVE NOT VERIFIED IF THE NEC, DESPITE MAJOR ATTEMPTS, IS EVEN AWARE ONE OF THEIR EARLY TICKET BUYERS AND SOLID CATHOLIC’S TREATMENT BY THE ‘LAW ENFORCEMENT’ TEAM.
Certainly, I was not a 20 year old delivering an earshot heard ’round the world…but fear IS a motivator and killer in itself. Despite a great pope’s oft repeated “Be not afraid” or my fave bilocating confessor saint, Padre Pio: “Pray, Hope, Don’t Worry”.
Head officer, identified as chief of police, who didn’t really look like Chris Bailey, the new acting Indianapolis chief of police, continued:
“We noticed you had talked to the boom camera operator and didn’t perceive a threat”. I conceded I wasn’t and what my conversation with a hardworking staffer had to do with being pulled from my seat, I had no idea. The chief of brawls continued and explained.
He next asked “why did you do it?” Intone the creepy shivers, Big Colts Cops are watching your every move, a lesson.
“We were watching you, having seen you toss roses on stage last night.” Rose toss is now a terror indicative act?!? More importantly, the lightbulb, tho dim, went off in my head. I’m on a Watch list.
Wow! they had started a cumulative Terrorist Watch file the night before or was it even before that on Wednesday helping the blind and lame? I have no idea. As you might have read, NO not one, member of the exclusive NEC hatchet team has made contact.
As a show of his position, the chief let this “I have power!” fact slip out, which is a good thing: the NEC was not in danger from the Sacred Heart Patrol hatted old guy; the people were protected by super facial recognition tech, terabytes of processing and storage and the best cyber tools, apparently second only to the protection of the Holy Spirit.
At age 72, a planned parenthood sidewalk regular and dad of 11, PapaLen to 22 grandkids, I knew more was at work here, a lesson for all of us: as we wake up and leave our passivity behind, boldness without the left’s usual violence IS achievable.
We MUST have trained eyes and instincts these days, even among 55,000 60,000 minus one, make that two on fire Catholics, because my wife elected to leave as well. She didn’t have to, but she did.
Roses and hugs are NOT acceptable to a sooo well planned event, orged down to single layer molecules, orchestrated well.
Maybe, with Tim no longer in charge or Jason the new CEO, the NEC leadership could explain, because we NEVER heard back if my pulled credentials could have been restored (as if Divine Mercy was somewhere in the House of Colts, so we could finish up an incredible revival week of Thanksgiving (Eucharist) that the Proud GodFather is pleased occurred.
NEVER happened. But I have promised MY report even if they stiff arm me from getting my promised copy of the interview.
Anyone know someone at the NEC for answers? Still asking. Might be useful information for the next US Eucharist Congress in 2033. The registration drudgery was an obvious fail, but resolvable; Bishop Freyer assured me it would be remedied.
But, how do you respond when an obviously involved CAtholic dad did NOT “intrude, disturb or disrupt” the participants who thought it was part of the plan and program.
People of God, this is MY cross to bear; absolutely no complaints, the police did their job, though the transcript shows confusion on their part; as most security and police agencies will attest, it is not easy, as if it ever was. My question is not for the beer brawl bouncers with badges and guns, but with my brothers and sisters in the faith, those we paid substantial pecunia to. Paul speaks further across the millennia:
“it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.
7It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things…”
8* Love never fails.
“If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing…”
Since these gentlemen and ladies of the law handle Colt beer brawls in-season and the upcoming heavy metal concerts, one can understand they might have a zero tolerance for people doing different things. Like hugs and roses. Hugs N Roses, a new rock band?
It wasn’t due to a gun shot heard worldwide per Steven Garcia, super security chief.
The earshot heard around the world as I got on an LAX jet the Saturday July 13th early AM impacted their “threat level.”
However, with good police work, when most victims don’t call their victimizer friend and brother or a blessing, you might make another call to the NEC head of excessive enthusiasm and joy for thumbs up or down. In fact, hired gun head of all security Steve Garcia stated specifically there was no need to change their plans due to Trump’s assassination attempt
Frankly, I am patient. I’m still not even sure the NEC was aware, because I NEVER heard back in time to seek forgiveness or beg so my wife could enjoy the rest.
I did email a couple times to a contact i had and hadn’t heard yet if my credentials could be restored…or at least get my nametag back. Now that the sets are down and shipped, the show is over, the best thing, would be the NEC to KEEP its PROMISES and provide the interrogation report. Couldn’t cost that much nor involve that much time.
Maybe in time for my 81st birthday at the next Eucharistic Congress in country in Minnesota Anne’s 99th year and 3rd Euch Congress, I can come off the “do not fly” list… But, so many other things have priority, but when Tony called me brother and friend BEFORE i was perp walked, they might have consulted with the Catholic side of the house.
Maybe they saved a job, as my son David posited, by having me removed from the Church gathered that day (NO martyr nor victim); I will never knew until NEC makes contact. IF they ever will; it won’t be the first time my Church has failed me and my family, nor will I never fail my Church as well.
In their view, their inaction could have led to me escalating, maybe without permission, giving some of my past ministry friends well done or worse, hugging them like I did Tony…but I carried no C4 laden backpack, a passport to 72 Virgins in the next life.
But I am a friend of just law enforcement, don’t hate and only despise baby killers like KamalAbort Harris and her ilk.
Trust me, with 11 kids willing to express opinions, this dad got opinions, which I forever appreciate. We raise our children, the next generation, to discern, think critically, use their God given talents and brains to sort through morals, develop character and in THEIR, not mine, begin leading. One or two thought I should have been tackled.
In the song of yesteryear, all of us must look to:
“Jesus, reduce me to LOVE”
But until the facts are all in, it is incumbent on me to say the truth:
GREAT Event. Fruits coming in in baskets. Looking to pilgrimage in 2025 from Indiana to LA; 2033, next American Eucharistic Congress. And the discovery of the 2 timer, 90 yr old Anne of Minnesota.
I remained peaceful and content, knowing I was in Good Hands (not Allstate, tho they insure much).
My good friend, travel partner, fellow lover of Jesus, the Church, helping others often, Tony messaged me later he had heard I was arrested. I messaged back, that “No, things were fine…keep doing the great things you are doing.”
My brother Tony is so caring, always worrying about others. I didn’t want to worry him since he had work to do.
Why the Roses?
Ever hear of this future saint of Life? Facts matter: a confessional disclosure regarding the roses: guilty as charged.
I bought a dozen roses Thursday afternoon at Krogers, and brought them thru security (no thorns set off alarms) with no problem Thursday night, July 18.
They were destined for Lila Rose, but she already was on stage and talking; the purpose was, as a surprise from her husband Joe, to keep up a tradition that never seemed something for the CIA or Colt Cop blue to track.
Security must have picked up the bouquet up & delivered, because well I witnessed a staffer reach down. Or did they? The note had her name…and after all, she was a Rose before her excellent marriage. They saw them as a threat and they are. In the hands of a sidewalk counselor offering them to a woman leaving PP in a car, they most often stop to take the rose and are given life saving information at Planned Parenthood, Orange CA that takes business away from the chief baby killer Jon Dunn who services two counties of female victims.+

Adopted daughter Maria, the military wife Lila and my beloved Briana at a Downey area Prolife conference…and Rose#1
Already beginning her witness talk, I had no intent to interrupt, so I tossed them on stage away from the podium, later picked up by the staffer. I’m hopeful she got them, since there was only 11 left after a nun/sister behind Mary and I requested one in the crowd.
How do you say “No!” to a consecrated religious even if they are destined for a future saint on stage?
My annual rose bill is way higher than most drunken football fan or sailors pub bill, because I ‘gift’ them out, one by one at Planned Parenthood Orange, for the sidewalk workers, and, as women drive out of our local abortion constabulary. No brag, just fact. Something EVERY Catholic can do; in California, Staters and Trader Joe’s sells ’em for life. Roses SAVE lives, whether on stage, married to a military man, with 3 kids…or in the hands of a pro life servant.
Most drivers stop, because the lady inside instinctively wants the rose, no matter what happened the minutes before inside Sangers satanic kill mills.
No matter what transpired inside the abortuary to the victims, vulnerable mothers and the status of their child, each is offered a rose and an information flyer covering all options.
Some couples in the car decide to keep their kids and never come back to Sanger
Hell; others need post Kamalabortion counsel. “See the need etc.” At least they have a chance to hear the truth and give informed consent to life after being lie to and deceived by the Gruesome Newsom Twosome’s two step. I remember one recipient, telling me as she accepted the rose: “I don’t want to hurt my baby.” I told Alicia, noticing the ultrasound pics, you won’t especially since you won’t have to come back to this hellhole. She and Greg left grateful and since have a child in another nearby state.
55,000 60,000 on fire Catholics will make a difference; its ALL of our abilities to respond, to help women not get injured or killed as their precious prebirth children are massacred inside them inside the Planned Parenthood Kill Mills. Of course our purists will stick their fingers in their ears if you mention Trump. Odd how we Catholics preach metanoia, change but give little provision, even after successfully protecting life for 4 tormented years.
In case you haven’t heard, Melania IS a Catholic. When Hillary asked “who painted” the OLGuadalupe tilma, Melania is pictured leaving flowers at the feet of a tall Second Eve statue.

Here is the First Lady with the Second Eve. A Catholic woman like this influences our future & past president, immensely
Truth be told, this was to be my 3rd and final rose donation for the Rose of Lila lady because NOW it is Joe’s job.
At two conferences over last decade or so, I gave her a rose from the “guys”. At the Steubenville conference, my youth ministry guys chickened out about going up and handing her a rose…so did it myself. In case you never knew:
For years I’ve preached: EVERY WOMAN DESERVES A ROSE EVERYDAY,
a simple way to value the invaluable precious: Womanhood. You probably have heard the faux science climate change 100 times before being told women ARE the final created being that led to millions, then the Ark and Flood, then now 9 billion less than the 2.2 BILLION kill mill kill offs already dead, buried but not forgotten.
Everyone should know, God left His absolute best for last, the last act of general creation. He did the simple first: light, stars by the billions, insects by the trillions, animals including skunks and plants, then a muddy male type we know as Adam.
It WAS worth the six day (or to placard the insecure billions of years evolutionary crowd) wait.
The immensely intricate design of the first working model, a 50 trillion celled woman, first example called Eve, that can provide, with a husband’s help, a new life to further the survival of mankind.
Our world is dying by the degrowthers, depolulationists: 50 nations are one generation away from obsolescence, going the way of the doo doo bird and so many think kid killing prebirth is like getting a latte as your mani-pedi proceeds.
xxxxx It’s not: it is destroying the earth’s RACE
This left God to take the next day off and rest. After all, He just created the most intricate, most complex being on earth.
“I’m no victim and I accept the results of the hug and roses as my cross to bear.” Is that apology sufficient to satisfy, family, NEC, Colts Cops? I still don’t know who objected to Tony getting a hug, but I would be happy to give both of them a crisp $2 bill decorated with the blood of 53 signers who gave life, family and wealth for the privilege of 60,000 to gather in Oil stadium. If ignorant about the $2, look at the reverse side.
But roses for a Rose mother and Hug for a harmless armless Tony did have consequences. The intake lady took my license, typed a report which some day I may get a copy of, as promised.
As the chief of police continued, he told me he was not going to arrest me but should I darken the Lucas stadium or Convention Center again, I WOULD be arrested. I got down on my knees and pled for mercy. Ok, maybe not. I wondered where the Godly Catholic NEC staffer was hiding, like the wizard of Oz fame
Please don’t mistake this for arrogance; there is NOT enough time left on earth for wimpouts and mealy mouthing the Gospel. And with the Super cybersecurity devices and cameras everywhere, it’s obvious when he mentioned a dozen (actually only 11) roses a day earlier, he started a dossier on the guy with the Sacred Heart Patrol hat.
Humbly, this is not about me. It’s about the stacked deck against religious freedom, against any Catholic witness, only secular religions like satanism, killing kids for sacramental Satanic Mass re enactments, etc are allowed. The definition of communism is foolish godless Socialism pushed by the father of lies.
You’ve heard the “devil” is in the details; so are the angels. Here is a transcript of the audio recording of the Colts Cops treatment of your Catholic brother and co-participant:
Other then the Colts Cops and an unknown NEC human who hid and never went face to face with his (or her, the other sex/gender) accused Matthew 18 style, Again: NO ONE COMPLAINED. THE 30,000 THOUGHT IT WAS PART OF THE PROGRAM. I WILL GIVE A $2 BILL TO EVERYONE WHO PAID TO GET IN WHO COMPLAINED, ONCE I PICK UP THE $4 IN 2’s TO RANSOM the two folks BEING OFFENDED. WHAT THE HEAVEN HAS HAPPENED TO US AS A CHURCH?
Sorry chief It wasn’t a show; it was a witness to brotherly love and FURTHER evidence ANY thing we do beyond clutching our rosaries in the front pew of a locked out Mass room, will NOT be tolerated by the secular world.
I now believe the Colts Cops had zero interface with an NEC official, and if they did, God help us if we throw our Catholic siblings to the wolves like in the recent decade.
Point is: There was a 10 minute gap between Tony calling me his brother and friend and when the trinity of Colts Cops escorted me to security. The NEC staffer, volunteer liaison must have seen and heard that. Epic fail, and as St Paul, as a roman citizen demanded rome, as a member of the Catholic Church, I firmly request a meeting with the decision makers. Chances are, I will never see the promised report. Not that critical with the audio recording, but helping some one keep a promise.
. There was a 10 minute gap between Tony calling me his brother and friend on stage and when the trinity of Colts Cops escorted me to security. The NEC staffer, volunteer liaison must have seen and heard that.
Reminds me of the 11 goons that Kamalabort dispatched to David Daleiden’s 600 sf apartment to steal, never return, his recordings of planned parenthoodlums selling body snatcher parts to med labs worldwide…just doing what they were told.
Boldness is NOT violence, it is St Paul, it is us, IF we really believe we hold the everlasting life truths in our hearts and hands. And our friends, neighbors and family are dying to know what we know. Remember, NO ONE cares what you know, until they know that you care.
The crime in progress.
From the audio record (by the way, I inadvertently recorded): “When you stopped and talked with the cameraman there (obviously, chief and cop crew were watching me, and maybe with the elusive NEC head of security over their shoulder) and they thought you were with the cameraman and if the guy (at the stairs to the left of Tony) (had) not let you up, if that guy had not stopped you (chief, which way is it?) you would probably have been taken off that stage in a different form and fashion. Huh??
Does he mean pulverized or dead? I had no weapon but the Gospel, I carefully identified myself to Tony, and walked back. The people clapped politely, not for me but the sentiment of hugging a man who can’t hug. NOT football fan drunk, just preaching the Gospel with actions.
Chief: He didn’t stop me; he let me up. Words have meaning as do actions. Look at the “fear fuel” of the 2020s.
Based on Mao Tse Xi’s skillful incubation of the emerging leaked gain of function virus in Wuhan in 2019, 11 million city dwellers were not allowed to infect other Chinese cities with “no fly Chi rules”, just OUT of the country to the Chinese owned businesses in Spain and Italy, when Wuhan day laborers were sent to them and became the earliest hotspots.
The earliest Calif. covid death was a good Catholic man, on Feb 16, 2020, Stephen Atchley, one incredible professor who taught foreign including Wuhan students. Yes we’ve been lied to but that is the first word of the godless. We just must improve or serve and get REAL with the Real Presence of Christ.
Other soundbites from the Chief:
“you will be able to get an official copy through the NEC” Fat chance, the NEC does not return emails.
can i keep the orange lanyard… “Unfortunately that is part of the access credential” At least, I kept the now useless schedule torn away
“You are very very lucky that you didn’t get tackled off the stage by law enforcement down there”… Why, because the staff security guy let me go on stage?
“Understand the environment in which we live today” Unfortunately, Chief, it’s the environment we have brought on ourselves, where being Catholic is right where the father of lies wants us: oppressed and passive.
I do thank Colts Cop Central for their exceptional professionalism, and hoping no one else faced expulsion…hugs and roses are dangerous in the wrong hands. Nor any one lost a job, including my own family members.
Did Patrol on the hat raise threat level to red from yellow? Fact is, when we as DREs had 400 kids in St Anthony Claret’s

WASHINGTON, DC – JUNE 26: U.S. President Barack Obama leaves the podium after delivering a statement after the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that same-sex couples have a constitutional right to marry nationwide, in the Rose Garden of the White House, on June 26, 2015 in Washington, D.C. On Friday, President Obama is traveling to Charleston, South Carolina to deliver the eulogy at the funeral service for Rev. Clementa Pinckney. (Photo by Drew Angerer-Pool/Getty Images)
Tuesday night religious ed program, I made them for the dads; it gave them purpose and the kids more security with dads around at an inner city parish for night classes. It’s leftover from 1995!
Looking back CSI/NCIS style, surveillance might have begun in registration line, though. The man is always watching apparently.
The Wednesday wait was tolerable in line by actually talking to other Catholic humans. One non Catholic noticed I was talking to others in line and walked up to me.
We dialogued, a fine protestant man trying to save Catholics from hell; a leader from Aleithea church named Noah, with four kids under 5 years of age. He approached outside the center, our convo lasted about 10 minutes and he moved on. 4 kids under 5 and NOT Catholic? Interesting!!
I did tell him we would love to have him be a part of the Church of the Real Presence going back 2 millennia. After all, four kids five and under, with his Biblical name, is just a start of a healthy Catholic family these days.
Yes, I confess, I have a form of ADHD called ADAD. I talk to everyone, encourage them to dialogue (the lost art before covid, cells and shutdowns) and communicate. Some call it “witness”; my kids just say, “there goes dad again”.
Faith question: when did roses and hugs become a federal issue at the state level in a Catholic conference talking mercy, kindness and love?
I tried to help families make the registration journey easier for these tired UNcredentialed: joyful, walking and encouraging the registrants. Especially the sisters and the families, since it looked like the line would take a bit. I may have been caught on camera; just be bland, don’t cause excess smiles, never assume people want to dialogue. The usual drivel.
I asked the chief about my wife, Mary and he said no, she could stay. Really? How’d that work out!
I signed the unprinted report and officer Keith professionally showed me the way to the curb. Warning NOT to step onto stadium or convention center property unless I wanted to be arrested.
I told them I did not have any priors, but actually I have given former Miss Lila Rose a rose in the past, and hugged Tony similarly at the Anaheim Convention Center Religious Ed conference a couple decades ago…on the buses and Disneyland area stage, I played his hands at times like the old puppet trick.
Thank you, Keith, you are a good officer as well as all your team. But, maybe listen to the whole story from the hugged next time. No next time for me. I’m pretty much done with posturing and broken promises.
Ambassador of the Ailing?
Once inside the registration building, I noticed an 80s (old not decade!) woman pushing her walker; I asked her how long in line, she said “2 1/2 hours.” I nearly lost it!!
No way in heaven should she be there…next, I asked if she’d like to move to the front. When she said “Please”, I carefully moved the horizontals, and moved her through 4 lanes and to the end tables. She was grateful.
No Colts Cop or Kevin the Mall Cop stopped the good Samaritan bit; the rule of Catholicism is simple #2 Command: see the need and meet it if you can…” Love your neighbor and ACT! Be bold and focused on their needs not your own. One rescue was NOT enough.
Corinth in Paul’s time is a good match to today’s blasphemous portrayal of the First Mass, Jesus’ Last Supper. Later they said, it was Dionysos, the Greek god of wine, theater, merriment..counterpart to the Roman Baccus, one of the 12 Olympians of yore. Yup.
One wonders if it was a play on words, a la St. St. Dionysius the Areopagite.
Either these sad fools (in need of witness and prayers) never studied Greek and Roman mythology, they at least studied Da Vinci’s three person table alignment times four depiction of 12 Apostles.
Lady lesbian’s Jesus protrayal tells it all, but her calling it the “Gay Last Supper” were quickly scrubbed faster than Kamalabortion’s previous 60 years of prostitution and cluelessness.
“…For we know partially and we prophesy partially, 10but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.
11When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. 12At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.”
After walker one was on her way, going back to the lines, I asked the obvious questions, a mixture of humor and truth, to the group of revivalists:
“Would any of you with walkers, wheelchairs, canes, the lame, drunken sailors or the blind be interested in going straight to the registration table?’
Needless to say, over the next hours, we moved about 25 out of the line…25 that had no business being in line, in light of our requirement to take care of the vulnerable and weak the Church is chartered with. Of note, the lone blind man said he preferred to follow the crowd and his attendant nodded…
Another loss from banishment, if I had been at the congress the whole time, and not removed 2 days ahead at Fri noon, I still had hope we could find wheelchair bound Anne of MinnesoCold. The lady I had talked to the NEC chief organizer about.
At age 7, she was at the last US Congress in 1941; with her family, she and family accepted the trip to the front. No complaints, about line crashing, as I moved the cross bars. There’s NO Monopoly on doing good, folks. ANYONE can!!
We tried to find the 90 year old Eucharistic pilgrim; telling the NEC director about Anne, she said they’d look and thought it would be a great story…mentioned it to others with no success; maybe after the NECongress, during the 6th day of facing the realities of the real world, she will be found.
The 96 year old still gets the birthday candled cake but Anne is a double Congress vet, 1941 and 2024.
In case their surveillance goes back to first day, I told the Colt Security Officers I had, for full disclosure, taken the initiative to be the Ambassador of the Ailing; the Concierge of the Crippled on day one, but they gave no answer. NEC probably had no idea, in the chaos of a great registration. But the adage is real: “let no good deed go unpunished”
Talk about an unrequited good deed: Ever hear of the eternal God dying on wood one Friday the 13th day of the Hebrew Abib? Yes, fellow pilgrim and journeyperson, Jesus died on Friday the 13th in Hebrew lunar land and March 25th, the Godman born to die, that tradition believing He was conceived on annunciation AND dying the same day 33 years later. Don’t believe a rose tossing hugger: research it in John, Deuteronomy and Exodus plus Genesis. God uses the seasons, the earth’s 23.5 degree slant, the stars in the sky bunched into constellations to shout Salvation History. Oh, don’t forget Giza: some day it too will be recognized as the Proud GodFather’s Eucharistic Son’s birth announcement.
The NEC can be happy they had excellent security with advanced tech…when you debrief maybe assign this new task and instruct the local gendarmes for NEC ’33 to contact them before booting a 72 year old who paid full $700 boat, no discount, to attend, to make sure he is as dangerous as they believe.
Worst of the worst, the beautiful wife who has to put up with him, stepmom to 11, was robbed of her anticipated experience…after 40 years of Catholic ministry, he never was able to visit Steve Angrisano, fellow former YM Paul Kim (my Faustina babysat his kids), Jackie Francois Angel (and Bobby) who used to practice music at the Beckman Ranch on occasion, so many more, not to mention seeing Fr Rocky’s amazingly relevant Relevant Radio and other exhibitors I’ve known.
If God keeps me on earth, I’ll be back in 9 years (unless I have a restriction in my permanent Catholic file that goes back to St Luke hospital), and Anne should only be 99; at 81, I could still help with Ladies Latrine duty (locking out the boys when they have “no line” at the boys restrooms for enough time for the Ladies Restroom 40 lady line to reduce) which went well after Trent finished his excellent Death Cookie Jack Chick tract talk. 40 ladies in waiting, 3 guys. Gentlemen, opening doors for women is still in fashion, as is showing them respect even if THEY don’t realize. But, you have to have the gonads to be cross cultural (the Cross first!) and treat them better than they expect…
Some day, I will dig into the mystery of the most perfect created being, woman, always having a line.
Regrets? Of course, but not that many; my brother Tony was worth it. From the entrance from four corners of America of pilgrims of the Eucharist through its closing Mass, it IS a true revival bearing fruits already. We are in day 6, the rest of our lives: let’s pray the first Revival in 81 years as it morphs to Eucharistic Renaissance and into the Springtime
It’s NOT about me, it’s about FAMILY! Forget About Me, I LOVE You. The other regret is, blessed with 11 kids who love the Church and Christ, His mom and the saints, seeing them embarrassed by their dad doing his extended ministry.
The work of the Renaissance now intensifies
Except mea copa, I stole two days from stepmom wife Mary who wanted to go the whole weekend.
Counting the cost, we missed out on two more Masses, confession, so no plenary indulgences, visiting RelevantRadio a bit more, names mentioned above, my fave Sacred Heart sisters and other sister orders, and so many friends. I did get to spend time with St Mother T’s mighty Missionaries of Charity (TY Sr Augustine!) We did get to see excellent speakers and energized Catholics over the first two days, including Elizabeth, young Thomas, Cyrus the Great, Fr Rocky, Drew, Patrick & his two grandkids from #2 daughter and so many more from the excellent Relevant Rads.
Some benefits accrued...walking back around the stadium to the parked car at the adjoining lot, I stopped and talked with 7 Event young people, in yellow and eating pizza, at the outskirts of the lot. Oops, the Hurst parking lot abuts the sacred Lucas Oil stadium and involves an unavoidable incursion on Colts property. This Road to Emmaus experiences wouldn’t have occurred if we were still inside the Oil dome.
They asked questions about what was happening, I explained about the Church, Eucharist (they were Methodist, Baptist and ex military) and other things and they were welcome to be a part etc. Point is, getting the boot happens, but if we are attuned to the Spirit’s call in our lives, good stuff happens. Proof?
This was weird; still wondering if the hug was worth it, at my car, a NY family just arrived late and I directed how to get to the registration and convention center. Then, out of the blue, someone in the Hurst lot was heading to the NEC, a man with the credential/name tag Thomas Payne (no, not the American history hero) asked if he could hug me!!
Not so odd request to a man who teaches young adult men that a side hug IS a respectful way to show friendship when appropriately with an unmarried woman. After all, she IS the latest example of God’s perfect love and design, based on the perfect model, the Virgin Mary whose Immaculate Heart we celebrate each August.
I said sure and asked Mr. Payne why: he said he appreciated me going up on stage and giving the great Tony a hug for him and the rest of us in the arena. He must not have been on the high security Secret Servants Cop Crew!
Well, maybe a signal, as I began my justice be damned sentence, it wasn’t that much of a terrorist episode or putting others at risk as some told me later. For better for worse, Tony deserved a hug and I’m a big boy to take my lumps. Just would like to shake the hand of the NEC company lady or man who decided without a just review. I used to believe the Catholic Church is NOT a mausoleum for saints but a hospital for the needy and second chances can accrue. Jesus’ math is repeatable: 70 x 7 times for forgiveness.
More interesting is the Church plan for how we deal with sin and forgiveness: Matthew 18. Here’s a refresher:
“If your brother sins [against you], go and tell him his fault between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have won over your brother. No one from NEC contacted me by phone, text that the roses were not acceptable being given to Lila. Fine.
16 If he does not listen, take one or two others along with you, so that ‘every fact may be established on the testimony of two or three witnesses. I guess the Colts Cop high tech routine might suffice, but none of them identified themselves as members of the Catholic Church. And, if they “caught” me giving roses, this means they didn’t want anything off the plan or without NEC zero tolerance exception. You know how ritual is a good and sometimes misses the forest for the trees.
17 If he refuses to listen to them, tell the church.” I did listen; the NEC either wants this to just go away, or has no idea. Still no contact or report. But, such is life.
If he refuses to listen even to the church, then treat him as you would a Gentile or a tax collector. Well, I don’t work for the IRS but as a Polish-German Catholic, I do qualify as a Gentile.
Oh well, sounds good on paper (in Matthew’s Gospel) but must be an obsolete way of dealing with someone who doesn’t quite fit into the mold of “shut up and don’t show initiative”.
We missed the Friday night events, among others. As an alternative to the ban, I took our local host out to dinner with Mary; she lives in Indianapolis and helped keep the cost down for us. Being Dad and stepmom to 11 kids, PapaLen to 22 grandkiddoes and 40 years so far homeschooling, we watch our pennies but most important, we make the most of changes of plans.
Personal belief, if our schedules are so rigid we miss the Holy Spirit Godincidences hidden in plain sight; yes, planning IS important but dump the fear blinders and see the great mission field, the world around us. The greatest mission field is really anyone within two feet.
No answer to NEC email on Saturday (I don’t plan to expose the emailee), so we packed up and headed back to Ohio and my beautiful Jen and headmaster of Chesterton Academy Dayton Ohio homestead and four awesome fostered kids, like future Catholic Noah above, two 5s, a 4 and a 3. Odd Godincidence, one man is shucking protestant falsies to save Catholics from eternal fires, the other raising the next Catholic generation in Patrick and Nancy’s state.
Nate just got his masters in philosophy, mated to his math masters and Thomas Aquinas College degree from 2011; he and a TAC classmate remain legendary for re-enacting Henry IV with dialogue, after jumping on the tables answering the challenge, with swords in hand. I just verified this was true at the last graduation of my Mariposa Faustina’s future husband.
Our love for the saint and Divine Mercy is decades old, but not as systemically awesome as Drew’s work each day.Maybe I inherited my joy and enthusiasm, and the unusual from my son.
Note to Colts Cops: the swords were props and non lethal. Nate and Jen adopted one of their six fosters so far and hope to have the last three by year end.
He did give me an autographed copy of his thesis so Fr Simon will be getting a call. Maybe my fave Fr Spitzer, while we dialogue on Giza and the Shroud of Turin. you know, the Church is alive and well. Yes, we have some issues but I believe, like Drew, the future is going to be a good one.
I have been talking Renaissance for a couple years now: evil is being exposed, and wherever evil abounds, God’s divine merciful Grace abounds much more. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the flanks of Good and Evil are well defined today.
The time is NOW to attain Fearlessness. Boldness. The world is dying to hear the message and taste the real deal. Time appears short but God’s in charge. It’s been short for two millennia but rarely as demonic with high tech.
We must learn fearlessness, not as an empty phrase but because we are called to it.
Pope Saint John Paul the Great often said “Be not afraid”. That famous bilocating super confessor St Padre Pio said “Pray, Hope DON’T worry”. And we don’t need any more Pentecost lockouts as if Newsom was right shutting down the Church buildings; actually, circa 33ad, it was a Pentecost lock IN where fear did manifest itself until the Holy Spirit energized the Bride of Christ.
Why no regrets?
God remains in charge and provides our needs more than our wants: so we joined our Ohio offspring for Divine Liturgy, Byzantine style St John Chrysostom in Colonel John Glenn land. The Celebrant was a Czecholovakian priest. Oddly juxtaposed to the 230 Houston Galveston diocese’s front “pews” experience of the Divine Liturgy after Trent Horn’s offering in the Exhibit building.
I would never have met Anne!! As Ambassador to the Ailing & Concierge to the Challenged, I met 90 year old Anne Lastnameunkown from Minnesota and hope to see her before she turns 100 for Euch#3. Sarah Houde, a great challenge to solve for follow up in the journey to ’33
Hugged Tony, met great people, rosed Rose, enjoyed two incredible Adoration/Holy Hour sessions, saw a French Bernadette theater/mixed media, heard folks like Patrick, Drew, Fr Cheekbones as Trent calls him (he talks faster than a Cubano but what do I know as a German Pole), amazing Music, Fr O’Shea of UofMary, the list is long.
Ok, Patrick Madrid is like the Rush Limbaugh of Catholic apologetics; like Rush, who died on my birthday, when he is NOT liked, it’s usually because he is speaking the truth. Fr Rocky, aka Fr Hoffmansky (temporary last name for a trip to Divine Mercyland), has an incredible family of Catholic Radiologists. Technology is good for the Church, because the tools have no conscience, just the users and operators who put things in motion.
I guess it’s too late to get our credentials back; the Colts Cops let me keep the schedule but not the orange lanyard. Not really sure if they thought I would hang myself or try and sneak back in. Of course, I didn’t. But I did expect some kind of Christian Catholic NEC team to reach out but to no avail. After all, the sets are down and back to storage.
As to lanyards, leather rounds, nametags; after leading or organizing 100 Confirmation/youth/young adult retreats from 1981 thru 2012, I have a few in my messy office.
So, we have paid the $69 for the full transcript of talks and presentations we missed. Although we couldn’t return for the Procession, that 284 foot tall (plus 6 inches) Soldiers and Sailors’ monument seemed to suffice to make the world’s largest Eucharistic Procession have its own grandstands.
Revival IS here; I can make a case for the Catholic icon, that the Proud GodFather planted the world’s largest object at the center of the world to point to His Eucharistic Son 4600 years ago. Maybe, the details will leak out.
Still being vetted, but it makes sense as part of reviving the REAL presence of the Son as common knowledge. GodFather has pointed to this Revival over four millennia ago.
Just like Golgotha, it went dark for 3 hours about 2000 years ago on a certain Friday the 13th and remains as a sentinel 270 miles from the House of Bread of Life. Along the 26+ degree “Christ Angle” to Bethlehem. Another time, maybe? Meanwhile the Shroud, the Tilma in Mexico City, Lourdes, Fatima, the Eucharist miracles, relics, so much blessings. So little time.
Patrick mentioned the NEC moved everybody’s hearts; I concur.
Now it’s time for the 6th day (the rest of our lives) to bring fruit to the decaying world and Catholic edifices in need of re- occupation. The day after our retreats and this incredible NEC experience can often be a let down IF we don’t feed the joy with follow-up learning and physical witness exercise.
Three day retreats we call facing the world, the 4th day, short for the “rest of one’s life” when you come home on a high, your family looks at you weird, friends see something different but think its covid or chemically induced. Point is, you’ve been changed for good and forever, and sharing the joy and gains is a lifelong opportunity.
My time was not wasted for our shortened stay in ColTown yielded other family and witnessing opportunities; someday when I grow up, maybe I can rethink this. But the decay world IS dying to hear the truth in Love. Let’s get to it!
TY to the NEC team and Jesus our Savior. My wife and children, friends, clients, I love you.
“… So faith, hope, love remain, these three;
but the greatest of these is…
LOVE!”
The rose and hug culprit is a dad of 11 plus in-laws all family; Papa Len to 22 blessing grandkids, three decades in Church ministry, 40 years homeschooling so far, totally blessed. Trying to be a good servant to all. ~Len
Oh, I did call her. “I’ll call Mary from the car, i want her to experience everything she could…”
And to my 11 kids and 22 grandoffspring, I LOVE you eternally even if you don’t understand me. No grandstanding or seeking attention: just living my daily commitment to help others see Christ and live FOREVER in joy. Someday, you too, will have to decide whether to “hug” your brother or sister when it may not be the opportune time. Do it for Love of Christ not the adulation of the godless or the Real Presence crowd.
Letter to Jason and Tim, superstars of the NEC
Transcript of the Perp Walk