Garrett D. Johnson

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.

recent articles

Courage Is Painful

The Final Synodal Report Group 9 was not only shocking in its opposition to settled Church teaching, but for disparaging the Church’s apostolate that serves the same-sex attracted.

Not Just Another Martyr

The Feast of St. Charles Lwanga and Companions comes every year on June 3rd; while many sermons will be heard about their martyrdom on that day, few priests will mention the reason they were killed.

Thank God for Reparative Therapy

Banning reparative therapy for same-sex-attracted individuals harms children and adults by denying them access to potential healing and self-understanding.

Objectifying Charlie Kirk

Charlie Kirk and many others died because they were no longer human to their killers. They had become nothing more than an object.

Rip Down the Pride Flag

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.”

I Need My Dad

My father and Pope Francis died within months of each other, and I recognized a similarity between these two dads—I had rejected both of them because of the intense pain their imperfections caused me. 

The Guilty Pleasures of Violence

Are we letting our video-game mentality toward violence, rather than a Catholic view, affect how we want to respond to real-world violence?

The Whore at the Well

God does not see people as “gay” or “homosexual.” He sees them as their true identity as His sons and daughters.

Coming Down the Mountain

At an early age, I started hearing the word gay used to describe me. I wasn’t sure what it meant the first time I heard it around kindergarten or first grade, but I could tell it wasn’t good.

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