I once dated a Pastor’s daughter (I believe they were Baptist). I wish he would have had a conversation with me. Instead he just showed me his gun and threatened if I tried anything with his daughter (which I had no intensions of doing) that there would be consequences. I felt like her Dad did not respect me and the person I was. I was not like his son (who was rebellious, would get drunk, do drugs, among other things).
This girl eventually dumped me for a guy who was slightly funnier than I (though this is subjective ; ). She sealed her break-up letter with a sticker that read, “Jesus Loves You,” which I already knew and believed full-heartedly. But, I wanted her to love me : )
She and Mr. Funny Guy got Married after graduation and he became a Protestant Pastor. They are still Married and have a lovely family. I am truly happy for them both.
Fast-forward a few years later, and I met the most beautiful girl. And she was a Christian to boot. I began attending her Church with her (as I had already fallen away from the church by this point). She was Brethren and their Youth Group (she was three years younger than I) were very close. They were all genuinely friends with one another outside of Youth Group. Their form of Protestantism was big into the theory of the Premillennial Rapture (which both Catholic & most Protestant Christians prior the late 1800’s do not hold).
I still remember at one of the first Youth Groups I attended with Shanon, the Youth Pastor started the night off with a Catholic joke. Even though I no longer considered myself a Catholic anymore, it stung a little. Their end-times theology, I ate it up. I had never heard it before and it was new to me.
Eventually I got a job offer a couple hours away and I had to move away. Shanon and I did the long-distance thing. She eventually enrolled in a College closer to where I was. We started attending the non-Denominational Church that had started attending Youth Group in High School. Then Shanon’s Grandpa became sick and Shanon moved back home. We continued to do the long-distance thing.
During this time, through a series of events, people, and signs (literally a billboard), God was calling me back to the Faith of my youth. I had also discovered Catholic Podcasting (this was back in 2006) and Catholic Answer Live.
I had decided to return to my Catholic Faith, but would I feel welcomed back? How do I tell Shanon? When I did tell her, she freaked out, threw herself into her pillow and screamed, “I don’t know you anymore!” I thought for sure she was going to break up with me, but she didn’t.
Long story long, I did feel welcomed back to the Catholic Church and the Mass was so vivid, I was moved to tears. I sobbed like a baby. God is so good!
Eventually Shanon started coming with me, though she did not understand why we do what we do. And as she learned the meaning behind it all and started believing the reality of what Jesus has done (and does) in the one, holy Sacrifice of the Mass, she began to see the beauty of the Liturgy. And she agreed to become Catholic. She joined RCIA and I would drive up every Thursday night to be there with her.
She entered the Church at the Easter Vigil. The Catholic Church recognized her protestant Baptism, so she received Confirmation and First Holy Communion (the other two sacraments of initiation).
Many of my Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and Friends came to welcome her with open arms. It wasn’t long before I asked her to be my Wife.
So, even if your granddaughter does end up leaving her Catholic Faith for this boy, don’t give up hope. Pray that God will guide her back and that boy (or future boyfriend) might also recognize the beauty and truth of the Church Christ started in the Apostles. And more importantly, that their relationship with Jesus grows deeper, because of their conversion(s).
I hope this helps in some way. I will keep your granddaughter in my Prayers, as you Pray, “Come, Holy Spirit.”