…I just had a great three hour long conversation. After staff meetings, our staff sometimes goes to get late night munchies at the dining center. I usually decline because I don’t have too much in common with the clique-ish part of the staff. But I heard that my new floor partner would be there, so I decided to go, but he wasn’t. However, a staff member asked if I wanted to go to Cru on Tuesday’s with him. “Oh no,” I thought, “not this again.” I said that I would talk about it later, and declined his invitation. After the staff crowd dwindled down, he asked if I wanted to talk about it then. I agreed and went on about why I don’t like Cru, agree with Cru, and refuse to go to Cru. Of course, this is all deeply intertwined with my conversion to Catholicism. We stayed in the dining center until the lights were shut off and then moved into our office to continue. We had some heated argument about Purgatory and the Papacy. I should mention here that one staff member is a former Catholic, but so close to returning to practice the faith, and the other is a Presbyterian. I feel that, through the power of the Holy Spirit, I was able to explain well the doctrine of Purgatory to a point where he could understand, if not almost agree with, it. The Papacy was much more difficult, because like many Protestants, corruption of particular Pope’s actions seems to mask the legitimacy and even the need for the office. The idea of power and authority being the cause of that corruption needing to be thrown away creeps in. I may have made a little headway with it, regardless, though, I did not back down, insistent that St. Peter was the first pope, followed by St. Linus, (or was he third?) and so forth.
Eventually the conversation took the route of talking about what God has done in our lives, and that was a much more pleasant conversation. To hear the stories of the Spirit working in them and to share the stories, especially of this summer, when the weird priestly stuff was happening, was great. The best news of all, though, is that this Catholic guy admitted that he is so close to being ok with Catholicism. I told him that it was reading the Catechism that helped me understand the theology. I warned him, though, that it is very convincing, and it could be “dangerous” to read it, that if he picked up and read it, he will likely be left with no excuse to reject Catholicism. When we departed like 20 minutes ago after about three hours of discussion, he said he would have a hard time sleeping with so much to think about now.
He is so close. So very very close. Please, please pray for him. Call him Fargo’s Prodigal Son, God will know who you are talking about. Pray to God, ask Mary, ask Joseph, ask every Saint you know to pray for him today, tomorrow and the day after. Surely if the choirs of Heaven pray for this man, that last step he needs to talk will be given him by God!
Sometimes these late night talks are the best evangelization we can have.