I remember there was an old priest in his 90s who still precided over a mass in my father's town. He was still quite strong and wise for his age and I remember one Sunday when he talked about his gay brother. It was a different decade then and LGBTQ identified persons were not accepted as they are now. He talked to us about how his brother came out to him and he hugged him and told him he still loves him. He couldn't do anything about the Church's stand but he reminded him that he was still his brother. It was quite a moving sermon.