Sunday, 6 August 2017

The splendour of the king

A visitor to London asked  recently 'Did Sherlock Holmes really live in Baker Street?'

The answer, of course, is 'yes' - in the story

The stories of Sherlock Holmes, which our English teacher at school thought were just the right thing to capture the attention of restless adoslescent boys, are made-up stories.

Rather different, on this the Feast of Transfiguration, was the passage from Luke 9 which we had read in church this morning, being Luke's account of the day when he was 'transfigured' and the disciples saw Jesus 'in glorious splendour.'

In the first reading this morning, from 2 Peter 1, the Apostle gives us the background to that remarkable event.

'We have not depended on made-up stories' he says, rather 'with our own eyes we saw his greatness.'

He goes on: 'We were there when he was given honour and glory by God the Father, when the voice came to him from the Supreme Glory, saying, "This is my own dear Son, with whom I am pleased.'

He concludes: 'We ourselves heard this voice coming from heaven, when we were with him on the holy moutain.'

The Apostles were there. They saw it with their own eyes. They heard with their own ears.

In the New Testament we have not cleverly made-up stories, but eye witness accounts.

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