Good Friday is always the hardest day of the year for me: this the worst year ever. Yesterday started well with lovely MP from St Martin’s Liskeard; after that, a long fall. But what is faith worth if one never doubts? Hard to share, but “sometimes it’s right to be vulnerable”. And even in the Pit I share the Auschwitz cell wall scrawl: “I believe in God even when He is silent”. And this morning? A song I wrote 5 years ago came to me: words and a capella song attached. Easter is nearly here.