A close friend just passed away… was a non-believer and as such I pray for his soul.
What I say is neither Pelagian nor semi-Pelagian. I am also going to be somewhat up front. Please forgive me for my curtness if it seems that way. I assure you I have a great love for you, and I have deep concern running through me for your friend.
You are Methodist. You are Baptised properly. Your Baptism operates by virtue of the Catholic Church; that is, the most blessed Sacrament of the Altar. In this way your actions participate in the intentions of the Catholic Church.
Honestly, examine your friends weaknesses during this time of free-will in the Here and Now.
If he was given to drink. Mortify yourself for his sake by avoiding drink for a long-period of time. If her was given to being a workaholic. Take time away from activity, for spiritual reading and prayer. If he was miserly give a portion of your pay over for the sake of the poor. As always alms, fasting, and prayer; especially Marian prayer, which is most charitable (remembering that Charity covers a multitude of faults).
When we are in the Gehenna of Purgatory the Lake of Fire pouring out of the Sacred Heart of Jesus burns away all impurities. “Burns away the rust” is the old spiritual saying. God desires us exlusively. He is a jealous God as Fr. Chad Ripperger, FSSP is heard saying. He wants no earthly-attachments in us. The pains of the fire are real indeed. And, it is possible, as it happens to many souls that he is so far from reaching the pearly gates, he is so far down the Seven Story Mountain that he possibly even thinks himself damned to hell.
When I was a boy there was a young lady named Winifred who would dwell in the old farm house. She would set the table for breakfast on Sundays. Many nights she would spend looking out the dutch door to the back where the chickens liked to peck. My brother, eight-years my elder, would sometimes ask her small questions. And, she would sometimes tuck my mother into bed if my father was out of town on business. Winifred was murdered a century before at the bottom of the hill a few hundred feet straight from that dutch-door. She was just only then working her way up the mountain. Sometimes a prowling lion would chase her away. It was frightful thing to deal with in that house.
Or, he is in the Gehenna of Hell and he is damned forever. Blessed are they who do not go to hell. For, the grace incurred by your mortifications is not lost. God wastes not His Grace. He will gladly apply it to other souls in need of the same reparation.
I also offer you this. Give it to Mary. She will take your offerings, meagar that they are, insufficient that they are, and place them on golden-dish for the Most Blessed Trinity to accept. God will never turn away His Mother.
It is a sad state of affairs that many souls go to the Gehenna of Hell. It is a sad state of affairs that many souls go to the Gehenna of Purgatory. We should all be holy ones, but that is not the reality.
It makes me sad to think of the poor souls; sadder still the lost souls.
I do hope that your friend is awaiting your assistance. The constant complaint of souls passing through the Lake of Fire pouring out the Sacred Heart of Jesus is that their earthly loved ones assume they have gone directly to Heaven. Many souls must suffer decades and even centuries because their loved ones never indulgenced mortifications toward their end.
ad Iesu per Mariam.