Actually, I find Franky’s plunge into the abyss to be heart breaking. Pray for him.
I cannot recall such a frightening apostacy in my life. If it could happen to him, it could happen to me.
It is scary.
On the other hand (and this meant to be encouraging), when such an apostasy occurs, there is usually some glaring moral fall—i.e., something so glaring that it takes no finely-tuned “discernment” to ferret it out: an illicit affair or marriage, frequenting the bus stops or smut shops, etc. I am not speculating or attributing, just sayin’. In lives where there is no such elephant-in-the-room moral lapse, total intellectual rot is rare.