People tend to dislike people who dislike them.
The Catholic Church despises the simple people of rural America while celebrating pompous intellectuals and third world illiterates.
What possible reason could there be fore excluding young earth creationists from converting to the Catholic Church other than that they don't have souls or their souls aren't worth saving?
I just don't believe that. Of course, I am just a "simple person of rural America." Actually, your remark sounds condescending toward us "simple people."
Perhaps you have a source for that belief?
D00d, this is nonsense. I LIVE in, or at least on the outskirts of rural America. I can't even get broadband here unless I buy an uplink. (Ain't gonna happen -- too much lightning.)
For more than 12 years I farmed sheep and before that I worked as a literal laborer in a literal vineyard. On my hands and knees for hours as day - down one row and up the next and then rest for a cigarette and some water -- lather, rinse, repeat.
I've buried 'em, counseled 'em, lent (given, but we don't call it that) them money, gone up against the utilities for them, organized (when I worked in the PO) to get loads of firewood delivered to folks who were out of money and heated only with wood. I've filled out their money order forms because they were illiterate (but we agreed it was just that they didn't have their glasses with them.)
With my pastor's permission I've gone into their churches and preached funerals, while somebody vamped on the Wurlitzer to back me up.
Don't you tell me I'm bigoted. A t3 o'clock in the morning when some guy needed a lift I drove him 30 miles one way -- and I had to preach that day. Some kids from the family that cuts trees and hauls logs got drunk, wandered into the woods, and wound up at my place in the dark hours of the morning. They'd fallen into a puddle -- a kind of seep I guess. I warmed 'em up, made them coffee, and drove 'em home and turned them over to their parents. And I'm a Catholic.
Father Carl Naro (now gone to his reward) went high up into the holler and met some folks. They chatted on the porch and then one of them went into the house and came out with a Rosary. He said, "My great grandma, God rest her, said maybe one day somebody would come by and tell me how to use this thing. You reckon you know what it is?"
I've given the chalice to migrant workers in migrant worker dormitories with strips of venison hung up to dry and I've paid to have my lambs butchered and dropped them off (never got the coolers back) high up a couple of days before Christmas.
I don't care what they think about Genesis. Do they believe Christ died for their sins? Do they believe He is present in the holy Sacrament? Do they commit their lives to Him and invite Him into their hearts? Then I've been there helping my priest. I don't get to do it much these days, I've gone where my earlier education and my call lead me, and I've sold my sheep and am fixing to sell my tractor.
I've driven them 25 miles (one way) to an AA meeting 'cause they asked to go, and that was AFTER their dog bit me. I am fixing up a meeting between a widow and a lawyer so she can get a will made, and you can guess who's paying for that. She's not Catholic but that's not my decision, it's hers.
I just do not want to hear this. I'm out there with a friend, smelling one ewe's breath to see if she's ketotic and then moving and pulling lambs and dosing his ewes with my medicine and at the end of this I'm bigoted?
I'm sure some Catholics are. And I know plenty that aren't.
I think we're about done here. This isn't about doctrine.