I overslept, missed class and have generally lost a lot of the fervency that brought me to Catholicism. In particular, a few parts stuck with me while I'm struggling to decide what the next part of my journey will be:
"In my view, the main architect of RCIA and other misadventures post-Vatican II isn’t in human form; it’s not the often well-meaning people who design and run the programs. The mastermind is that old devil himself, Lucifer, because it is he who benefits when potential converts never make it to the finish line and are deprived of The True Presence of Jesus — and perhaps even of salvation itself. Unfortunately, I got to know the tactics of the Evil One well as I tried for over a year to make my way into the Catholic Church without RCIA."
"Rather than evangelizing based on the Gospel, the Church starts resembling an elitist club, where only some may join, but only after months of classes and accumulating vast amounts of knowledge.
This university-style approach leaves many out in the cold, for instance, those with limited intelligence; people who travel extensively and can’t attend classes for months on end; parents with kids to attend to; the chronically ill; the socially anxious; and anyone else who has limited physical or intellectual resources or who simply doesn’t want to attend a 1-1/2 to two hour weekly class, meet regularly with a sponsor, and endure public Rites for seven to nine months."
"The Enemy knew my weak points..."
"According to Canon Law, RCIA is only for the unbaptized. Baptized Catholics and Protestants are supposed to be brought into the Church quickly and without undue duress. And yet this isn’t being done, and, in fact, most of people nationwide in RCIA are baptized Catholics and Protestants."
"I challenged him: either the Catholic Church is the true source of salvation, and priests should move heaven and earth to shepherd the lost into it. Or — it’s not the only vehicle for salvation, in which case, there is no rush for me to enter or for anyone to help me. It couldn’t be both. Which was it?"
"I experienced nothing like it in the Protestant world, where the Enemy barely reared his head, much less his teeth."