what to do, what to do...

I used to know this nice family, husband and wife had in their youth wandered through Unbelief to some kind of Baptistism, and when I knew them they had arrived in Catholicism. Another dear friend of mine had introduced me to the idea of what were then still Indult parishes; but these two, they Knew People, and they FOUND it. (The community were at the time quite lacadaisical about announcing themselves).

We mourned John Paul; Benedict was elected, and we rejoiced; he issued Summorum Pontificum, and we rejoiced. I went to Urban Metropolis to try for a PhD, they got married, we rejoiced iterum iterum...

It seems, in the running of time, they both of them know more about becoming converts than they do about seeking Truth, because where they are now... If anyone still said that sort of thing, and if they were more visible figures somehow, a Bishop Somewhere would have to say anathema sit, the things those two publish these days.

But what, if anything, can one do? I suppose one might hope that they are, indeed, so willing to keep changing their minds that we might hope and (as Robert Bolt thought Thomas More might have said) pray that when their heads have stopped spinning their faces are to the front again.

God? Please send help!