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Rip Down the Pride Flag, by Garrett D. Johnson – Brown Pelican Society of Lousiana

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Screenshot from Facebook page of David J Harris Jr. All Saints Catholic Church in Syracuse, New York displays "Pride" flag during mass…

By Garrett D. Johnson, Crisis Magazine, June 23, 2025

Garrett D Johnson was born and raised in Washington DC and raised in a nominally Catholic family in Maryland. He left the Church in his late teens and lived a hedonistic lifestyle that included drugs, gaming, and living as a gay man until coming back to Catholicism in his late 30s. He is a blogger (his website is Becoming a Good Man), a stylist, and a member of the Courage apostolate. His self-published autobiography Becoming a Good Man will be available in 2025.

 

Twenty years ago few could have imagined that the last stronghold of truth, the Catholic Church, would have fallen to the LGBT lie of “Love is Love.”

Many years ago, I decided to attend daily Mass at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington, D.C. Each morning on my way to Mass, I would drive past a house that flew the flag representing pride in all the different sexual identities that fell under the LGBTQ (this was pre-IA+ times) banner. I didn’t take much notice of it at the time, as these flags were all over the city. But, one day, I noticed the flag was becoming tattered, and I surprisingly felt a sense of joy.

As time went on, the flag became increasingly tattered until it was barely recognizable. One morning, I pulled over and took a photo of the tattered flag because it represented both my journey out of the false gay identity I’d adopted in my late teens and what I believed was part of the mission of my holy Catholic faith. At the time, I had no idea that I would soon see these flags in front of and inside Catholic churches. …