Norman Renshaw points to a dead tree that three men wanted to clear away that morning, and finds in it an unexpected picture of resurrection. He describes four years spent repeating “God loves me” and, harder still, “God loves him,” until his resentment toward a deacon who had confronted him finally broke. Speaking to the camps, he sets Eros, the Greek god of love at Piccadilly Circus, against the self-giving love of the cross on St Paul’s Cathedral. He asks which one campers actually serve.