We did not follow cleverly invented
stories when we told you about the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ,
but we were eyewitnesses of his majesty. For he received honor and glory from
God the Father when the voice came to him from the Majestic Glory, saying,
“This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” We ourselves heard
this voice that came from heaven when we were with him on the sacred
mountain. (II Peter 1:16-18)
I'm
listening to the Iliad. I can't begin to tell you how many of the characters
announce that they are the son or grandson of some god. I seriously think that
the author must have spent months trying to come up with new ways for people to
die from wounds inflicted by a spear, arrow or sword. Then there are the gods,
whose interactions make Survivor and soap operas look tame, who interfere on
one side or the other, often appearing in the likeness of another person, and
more often than not being discovered in their deception. Oh, and let us not
forget the pre-battle trash talk and dying proclamations. As numerous as the
stars in the heavens which rise each night and, having toured the heavens,
descend again beyond the western horizon, just so were the words of the
soldiers as, in agony, they gasped out
their last breaths.
In
comparison, how simple Peter's telling of the story of one of the greatest
moments in human history is. This telling of it is really a summary and it
shows Peter in a comparatively favorable light. Other versions show James, John
and Peter to be less than stellar disciples, and Peter even gets reprimanded by
God, the Father. Peter's story lacks the grandness of a story. It reads like an
ordinary, real life that includes extraordinary events.
I love stories, but I'm beginning to
understand that as fun as stories like the Iliad are, most of the time they
don't change lives for the better. The story that Peter told, in its simplicity
and truth, can.
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