Instead of a program, personal evangelization. Make a friend, be a friend, bring a friend to Christ.
I have a friend and colleague who for years I told, “You’re Catholic, but you just don’t know it yet.” He went to Catholic grade school and loved it. Yet, he’s gay and at the time I was evangelizing him and praying for him, he was stably partnered.
He joined the church and is very active in the parish: altar server, lector, landscaping, anything needing doing. He loves animals and works with animal rescue so at the Easter Vigil when he was baptized, confirmed, and eucharisted, at the party afterwards, everyone showered him with St. Francis of Assisi themed gifts. He could have opened up a St. Francis gift shop.
Years before he converted, I bought him a St. Francis of Assisi statue for his garden. He said it brought him so much peace.
He really is so Catholic and was all along, and he did finally realize it. He said he felt different coming up out of the waters of Baptism, and it’s true. He is much less “catty” than before and he doesn’t get worked up about stuff. He has a prayer life.
Is he perfect? No. He didn’t ditch his partner. However, he finally got sick of his partner’s cheating (you know “monogamous” male homosexual relationships are a fiction), and that ended it. But what gave him the idea that he should expect faithful love?
He is adjusting to being happy on his own. Perhaps that’s part of my mission, being single for the Lord in the world, and chaste-celibate. To show it’s possible.
I don’t expect instant transformation from others, because it’s certainly not true of me.
I learned recently that the St. Michael the Archangel prayer is a powerful weapon in the fight. I think I’m going to give him a St. Michael statue and framed prayer for his nightstand.
There’s a lot more heterosexual sin in the world than homosexual sin. I don’t know why, but there are unrepentant shameless adulterers receiving communion, and people are divorcing–at my little mission parish. At typical huge parishes, such things are a drop in the bucket and go unnoticed perhaps, but at a small parish, it tears your heart out.
In recent months, one guy left his wife and family–four daughters in high school and college. How destructive to them, and their ability to trust a mate and form their own marriages and families. It just makes me want to scream.