A few years ago, I was invited to the confirmation of one of my godsons at the Easter Vigil in his parish. A young African girl came to sit next to me in the front row. She was nearly bald, wearing shorts, a skimpy T-shirt and had flip-flops on her feet. She told me how she had been sent to the UK to live with her father and his new family so that she could get treatment for a brain tumour. Although her prognosis was not good, she said she was happy because she was finally realising her dream to be a Catholic.The parish church is part of a community centre and is shared with the Anglican and Free Churches in Hemel Hempstead. When the time came for the girl to be baptised, people were invited to gather around a baptismal font resembling a grave that had been hidden underneath a garden in t