Now I’m thinking about it, the majority of Catholics I know in real life, except my own family, are people I work with or made friends with because we had common training sessions (I’m a Reformed pastor, and we have quite a few bi-confessional training opportunities). The exceptions would be the religious brothers or sisters I meet on retreats, and the parishioners I’ve had an opportunity to get to know.
So, the Catholics I know are mostly priests (with few exceptions, really good and holy men) and pastoral assistants (with few exceptions, really good and holy women – I know there are male pastoral assistants out there but I haven’t met one yet).
I’m slowly headed to Rome, and the priest friend who was most influential, and is helping me through the process, probably guessed early on that I was struggling within my own church and thinking about going home someday. But he never said a word and wouldn’t have approached the subject if I hadn’t ended up telling him a few months ago. He just silently and steadily prayed for me.
To tell the truth, I wouldn’t have told him anything (and we probably wouldn’t be friends) if he had had an aggressive and controversial approach to Protestantism. I don’t think we would be friends either if I had had an aggressive approach to Catholicism, or disrespected his own knowledge and authority as a priest.
That said, I’m pretty sure that in the pews, people are like anywhere else : nice people, not so nice people, people I’d get along with really well, people I’d prefer to avoid.
I wouldn’t make that a reason to convert. At the end of the day, my own reasons are the Eucharist, the sacramental life, a desire to do my part for restoring Christian unity and a desire for the fullness of truth, a conviction that Protestant churches in my neck of the woods are slowly dying by their own doing, Mother Mary and the communion of saints, the Apostolic succession, and a deep appreciation for Church teaching and magisterium.