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56 AUGUST-SEPTEMBER 2026 | DENVER CATHOLIC T hree-quarters of a century ago, on April 29, 1951, I was baptized by Father Thomas Love, SJ, in Baltimore's Church of Saints Philip and James. Old Scratch must have thoroughly sunken his claws into my infant self; according to family tradition, I sent up such a howl when he was ousted by water and the Holy Spirit that my cousin Judy hid in a confessional. (Critics may find traces of this experience in my later prose style; I couldn't possibly comment.) Saints Philip and James, a fine combination of Greco-Roman and Byzantine architectural styles, is now under the care of the Dominican Fathers of the St. Joseph Province, who run a lively parish and a campus ministry to nearby Johns Hopkins University. The church has some splendid stained glass and its apse decoration, reminiscent of many Roman basilicas with their arrays of saints, reminds me of a pertinent theme for reflection on this diamond anniversary of my baptism: the com- munion of saints. To be baptized is to be incorporated into the Church. To be raised to new life in Christ in the waters of baptism is to be simultaneously incorporated into the transtemporal body of the friends of the Lord Jesus Christ: what tradition calls the Church Militant (those living today), the Church Suffering (those being purified after death), and the Church Triumphant (those blessed with the vision of the Thrice-Holy God). These three "states" in the Church form one body, or communion, across the centuries, and indeed beyond the natural world as we perceive it. It is a "communion of saints" because all who belong to it by reason of their baptism are called to the vocation of sanctity, for which there is no single template. Over these seventy-five years, I have experienced that sanctity in so many ways, each of which has left its imprint on my soul and my spiritual life. To mention but a few: I likely got my first intuition of what sanctity might mean through the sacrificial love of my parents, who brought me to the waters of baptism and did so much for me in the two decades I lived with them. Retrospectively, I now understand that the teachers who most profoundly shaped my mind and disciplined my childhood and adolescence offered another experience of the commu- nion of saints. So, too, did my piano instructor, the ever-patient Sister Mary Arnold, SSND, and my great choirmas- ter, that irascible, passionate genius Robert Twynham — for whenever I've had what I imagine to have been a "reli- gious experience," it's almost always had something to do with music. I learned a lot from my experi- ence of a pastor who fought his way to sanctity and serenity through a lengthy battle with alcoholism. My wife and children have each shown me unique gifts of sanctity — and all of them have surely lived the saintly quality of patience! I have been privileged to know persecuted martyr-confessors who grew into sanctity amidst persecu- tion through the faith, hope, and love infused in them by baptism: Myroslav Marynovych of Ukraine, Sister Nijolė Sadūnaitė of Lithuania, Jimmy Lai of Hong Kong, and Cardinal Fran- cis-Xavier Nguyen Văn Thuan of Viet- nam, to name but four. And while the past thirty years have given me a keen appreciation for Ronald Knox's prudent warning (which I formerly mis-attributed to John Henry Newman) that "he who travels in the Barque of Peter had better not look too closely into the engine room," I have had many experi- ences of sanctity in Rome, in encoun- ters with men like Cardinal Bernardin Gantin of Benin, Cardinal Francis Arinze of Nigeria, and Cardinal Robert Sarah of Guinea — three churchmen, living and dead, whom even the most cynical curialists recognized as men of God who lived the sanctity to which they were called in baptism. Moreover, I am especially mindful of the tremendous grace of having known two saintly popes, John Paul II and Benedict XVI. In both cases, the greatness of their work and teach- ing reflected the fact that they were radically converted Christian disci- ples — men who took their baptism with utmost seriousness as the most important day of their lives. Participation in the "communion of saints" is one of the great gifts con- ferred in baptism. As I give thanks for the gift of my baptism seventy-five years ago, it is incorporation into this "great cloud of witnesses" (Hebrews 12:1) for which I am particularly grate- ful. And it is the prospect of joining them at "Mount Zion, [in] the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusa- lem" (Hebrews 12:22) that constitutes my great hope. TH E CATH O LIC D I F F E R E N CE J O A N N A V A L C A N A O B E Y E C A R D A N O N H O A X P R I E S L A D D N E E W H E N J A M E S S A C R E D S P A I N L A W A R I S E S C H E A P M E T E R S I N B O N D D E C A Y N I N E C O G J A S O N L A S S O D R E A M S H A B O N K E Y C E N S U S T A S T E D E A D R T E E L S E S P E N T A B E L A V E R T O R S O M A I M L A D S Y E M E N I N N S m o c . s c i l o h t a c r o f s e m a g d r o w . w w w In thanksgiving for the gift of baptism BY GEORGE WEIGEL Senior Fellow of the Ethics and Public Policy Center in Washington, D.C. Originally published on denvercatholic.org on April 29, 2026.

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