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<\/a>I have a friend, a powerful, brilliant man who has accomplished far more than I. He has been in higher places and shaken more important hands. He belongs to the best clubs, dines in the best restaurants, attracts the most beautiful women. But there is another difference between us. My friend was raised in the Catholic Church and has fallen away from it, while I was raised apart from it and have been, by some unaccountable mystery, called to it. When I think of my friend, I feel sad. And I truly don\u2019t know what to do.<\/p>\nDo you know someone like this?<\/p>\n
When I began to see how powerful an impact Catholicism was having on my life, I soon thought, I wish I had been a Catholic all my life. Then, in almost the next thought, I thought of people like my friend, cradle Catholics for whom a door closed somewhere in their minds, for whom the Church is now something in the past that they would just as soon leave behind, and I realized how lucky I was to come to it now, after two-thirds or three-quarters or who knows how much of a long, winding life, only to find myself finally at home.\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
This, it seems to me, is the contemporary story of the prodigal son writ a million times over\u2014all of the born Catholics of my (boomer) generation who, in the years following Vatican II, meaning the years of Vietnam and the sexual revolution, thought to themselves, I know better, there\u2019s something about the Church that is wrong, I don\u2019t need that<\/i> anymore. I know that the Church, like the good father in the parable, or the good Mother that it is, waits to welcome them all home again, if only they would find their way there.<\/p>\n
But what can we do to help get them there? More specifically, what can I do about my friend?<\/p>\n
I see him now, same age as me, approaching sixty, with his children moved away, his house gone quiet, his power at his firm on the wane, his golf game getting shorter and more erratic by the year, and I wonder, What do his last years hold for him? What does eternity hold? I like him, I love him, and for all that he is not a church-going Catholic anymore, I admire him tremendously. At times that are not necessarily my best, I even envy him, even today: the power, the clubs, the money, the women.<\/p>\n
What can I do for my friend? I know that the direct approach will not work. I\u2019ve tried it, and anyway, I\u2019m not subtle enough, not by half. Ever hear of a bull in a china shop? Well, Bull is my last name, so that\u2019s half of the old chestnut right there. I\u2019m not as direct as Ferde<\/a>\u2014who can be a sledgehammer when tweezers would do\u2014but I\u2019m in that league.<\/p>\n What can any of us do? Because just as Ferde and I and everyone at St. Mary\u2019s<\/a> are Catholics for <\/i>Julian DesRosiers<\/a> and for all the other young people coming along behind us, it seems to me that we have to be Catholics for <\/i>all those who once were Catholics and could be again. Somehow, I\u2019m thinking, we have to live our lives in such a way, or somehow find the grace, or let the grace find us, so that we are so joyous, so resplendent, that others will be drawn to the Church by our example. This will never happen, at least for me, by standing on a soapbox in front of St. Mary\u2019s and proclaiming the kingdom or by ringing doorbells door to door. But somehow happen it must, if my friend is ever to find his way back. Either that, or God will just have to hit him over the head, as He did me.<\/p>\n I know the answer, or think I do: prayer. I must pray more often and more fervently for my friend. But even with prayer and the grace that buoys me, I slip, I sink, I fall. I myself am so weak that sometimes in confession I feel most of all that I\u2019ve let the world down with my sins. Forget my salvation. What about my friend\u2019s salvation? What about the salvation of everyone for whom I am repeatedly a bad <\/i>example, not a holy one? Every time I slip, every time I\u2019m a jerk instead of joyful, I risk shedding a negative light on my experience, on the Church, the good Mother waiting at the door.<\/p>\n
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