When I was in college, I joined a kind of Evangelical Bible Study club for about a year. A friend invited me and I was in that contrary phase where I was trying to find arguments why Catholicism might not be the way to go, so I accepted. The discussion wasn’t on as high a level as I would have liked, though it did probably help me to establish a daily regimen of Scripture reading. The scariest part, though, was when I was asked (not asked really, so much as ordered) to sell candy to help raise money for the summer mission trip of a girl in the group.
My problems with this were that 1) I really don’t do the candy-selling thing, 2) I wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole Protestant mission-trip business, and 3) This girl was crazy. Truly neurotic. I won’t elaborate, except just to say that she would be a dreadful emissary for Christianity in almost any setting. I was almost sorry she was going to a Muslim country instead of a Catholic one; as a representative of Evangelicalism, she might have been an excellent instrument for scaring Catholics back to Rome.
St. Louis-Marie de Montfort,
Pope St. Pius X,
St. Joseph,
St. Ambrose of Milan,
St. Thomas Aquinas,
St. Francis (and St. Clare),
St. Catherine of Siena,
St. Alphonsus Ligouri,
St. John Chrysostom,