St. Louis, I am in the same situation as you, although I was not a Catholic when we married 10 years ago. When we married, I was still a Presbyterian (although a lapsed one) and was totally fine with my husband being “agnostic and or atheist.” It wasn’t his fault really. His parents gave him absolutely no religious instruction. He went to church maybe four times in his entire life before we were married! How difficult that is for me to imagine!
Anyhow, in the last ten years, I went from being Presbyterian, to attending the Unitarian Universalist “church” (trying to be accomodating–they don’t require that you believe in the Divinity of Christ, or God at all really), to being a dabbler in neo-paganism (fell into the wrong crowd of granola lovin’ New Agers) and then full swing back to Christianity albeit in the “non-denominational” megachurch edition, then slowly towards history again and an attempt to be Presbyterian again, then finally a joyous discovery of Tradition, which led me first to the Eastern Orthodox church and then at last into full communion with the Catholic church, from which I will not be budged!
If you stuck with me this long, you can imagine that my husband was a bit confused as to exactly what I believed. However, now that I have been Catholic for a few years now (officially Confirmed in 2003) and have had our children baptized Catholic (all three at the same time—what a sight!) and am homeschooling them with Catholic materials, he is beginning to get the picture that I am in Rome to stay.
In the ten years we have been married, we have had many conversations about religion and he has gone from being an agnostic/atheist to an upbaptized and unaffiliated Christian, if there is such a thing. He believes in God, believes Jesus was God’s Son but hasn’t really committed to signing on board with the Catholic church. He will eventually, of that I am sure. Where else would he go? He’s resisted or ignored all religion for 35 years I seriously doubt he would ever get a passion for another denomination or faith all of a sudden.
His foot-dragging now is a combination of pride, fear and laziness. I think he is too self-conscious to say “I want to join the Church.” He rarely attends Mass with me (holidays and the odd day he’s feeling sympathetic to me wrestling with the children in the pews only) and seems almost mulish or immature when I suggest to him that he should go just for the sake of family unity.
I have rarely ever told him how much I want him to become Catholic. He knows it already because he knows that I believe Catholic teachings 100%. Strangely, he lives by almost all Catholic teachings as well. He has become pro-life, anti-contraception and we often discuss what Catholic opinion is about certain subjects and he often ends up agreeing with the Church and is incensed that many Catholics reject Church teachings.
One day he will just stand up and surprise me and announce that he wants to sign up for RCIA. He doesn’t want to be pushed that’s for certain. It is hard to just wait and pray. I try to discern when he actually wants information and when it is not a good time to tell him how I wish he would pray with me or come to Mass with me. I have found that he is very embarrassed and defensive about his lack of knowledge of things religious. Although he is college-eduacated, I guess he didn’t take the right kind of classes and as I said, his upbringing was lacking. He knew very little of even the most basic Bible stories. So I have had to learn to gently and simply tell the facts from Bible stories, to Church history, to Church teaching, etc. and without a hint of amusement or scorn that he doesn’t know such things. Otherwise the walls go up and he won’t listen.
I have found great inspiration in the story of St. Monica and her son St. Augustine, probably you’ve heard of them. I consider them the patron saints of converts and since St. Augustine’s feast day is also my birthday, I try to remember to enlist their prayers for the conversion of my husband often.
Pray and be patient. Offer your own sufferings for your spouse. It’s hard but the only way. There is a wonderful story of Elizabeth LeSeur (I think that’s the right spelling) that is published by Ignatius Press. Elizabeth was a devout Catholic who married a nominal believer. Her husband after a time turned into a hedonist and mistreated her. Elizabeth kept a diary of her prayers for her husband and always treated him with great love. She died an early death and after her death her husband discovered her diary and was converted by her love for him. He also became a priest!
If that can happen, then we should never lose hope for anyone’s conversion, even if it doesn’t happen in our own lifetime.
Patience,
The Hidden Wife