You have to think ahead in this game. So I'm on Easter Day now. Thinking of bright things to do with flowers and eggs at a sunny Sunday servivce. Having dispatched this year's passion missive tonight. 'Weep for yourselves', I called it. Sobering it was, too. What else could it be in these times - in a world "tangled up in violence, riven by war, demeaned by those devoted only to expanding their empires, protecting their interests, maintaining their borders".... If you can face reading the rest, it's here.