At 8:30, around 60 of us gathered under the blossom spangled, natural vault of the trees in Glasgow Botanic Gardens, as the birds sang their morning praises. It was a lovely start to the day of Resurrection, an oasis of peace and tranquility.

Afterwards, a few of us gathered in the hotel dining room for tea and toast before setting up for morning worship.  As the choir rehearsed and others of us laid out the 'props' someone brought me news of the terrible events in Sri Lanka, where worshippers had been killed as they gathered to celebrate God's defeat of death...

At 11, a group of around 50 shared in Easter celebration praise.

As part of our worship, we decorated the cross (from last week) with butterflies - small, colourful stickers, and large, foam cut outs on which prayers were written or symbolised in some way.  Perhaps the most beautiful aspect of this was a father and his toddler son sitting together and adding numerous butterflies.  Perhaps it was the young woman who knelt to place her own butterfly enabling others to take the courage to add theirs.  Perhaps it was the prayers, earnest and creative, transforming plain white card into a beautiful collage of hope.

Now it's all done and dusted for another year - and I expect in a week or two I'll have totally forgotten what we did.  But that doesn't matter.  What matters is the truth that love is stronger than hate, that good is stronger than evil, that life is stronger and death. And we will go on rehearsing this truth year in, year out, until it is the lived experience of everyone on earth.