
Sermon
The Transfiguration of Our Lord
August 6th 2023
Fr Richard Peers SMMS
Some time in the 1980s my parents took to me to see a ballet at the Grand Theatre in Leeds.
It was an extraordinary production of a ballet based on Franz Kafka’s book Metamorphosis.
I was transfixed.
I had read the book and still adore Kafkas’ ironic sense of the absurdity of so much of life. Just when I think things can’t get any more Kafkaesque they usually do.
Metamorphosis is about a man who is transformed into a giant insect. It is perhaps a metaphor for what we might call a break down. A transformation of life that is total.
Metamorphosis is also the Greek word for the feast we are keeping today, of the Transfiguration.
As you know I often like to have a visual aid for my sermons. There are certainly many icons of the Metamorphosis that I could share with you. But there is a visual aid in our building that I want to think about today.
It is our own Majestas. The sculpture by Jacob Epstain that dominates the sight lines of this church as it stands on the pulpitum, the screen erected in 1959 by the architect George Pace, to create a separation of the nave from the remainder of the building.
I realise of course, that, it is a bit Marmite. Some love it others loathe it.
I have to tell you that I adore it. Even if you are not a fan I hope I can persuade you of some of the values of this sculpture.
First of all, I love the bravery of it. The Deans and Chapter of the time, Dean Glyn Simon (later bishop) and Dean Eryl Thomas, acted courageously. They commissioned a remarkable piece of art which speaks to me every time I come into the building.
It is hard now to realise just how courageous they were. Jacob Epstein was a controversial artist. Jewish – he had faced much anti Semitism in his life.
He purposely rejected Victorian models of Culture based on a classical Greek-Roman narrative. He studied African and Polynesian art to create a new, avant-garde genre.
Our Majestas is closer to those glorious Easter Island heads than it is to Michelangelo.
Epstein was associated with the artist Eric Gill and his Ditchling community. It was Epstein who created the tomb for Oscar Wilde at Père Laichaise Cemetery in Paris. It was Epstein who travelled back and forth to Paris to fight off the attempt of the Cemetery authorities to cover over, with a butterfly, the masculinity of the powerful angels on the side of the tomb.
Epstein was at the very heart of art and creativity in the first half of the twentieth century.
Born in the United States he moved to Europe in 1902. He witnessed Emile Zola’s funeral procession, visited Rodin, met George Bernard Shaw and Augustus John.
To have this sculpture here is to connect us with this great movement of art.
Just as all the other layers of art in this building connect us. The decoration of the walls in the Lady Chapel connecting us with the Arts and Crafts movement. The stunning roundels above our Norman arch in the sanctuary connecting us with the stonemasons who made the same designs around the west of England. Our Rossetti connecting us with the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood.
I could go on. But this is not an art lecture.
Look at the statue of Christ carefully.
It is called Christ in Majesty, Majestas as we usually call it. Which might make us think of the post-resurrection Jesus.
But look at the feet and the hands, the side. There are no marks of the crucifixion which we know remained on the risen Christ – the Apostle Thomas put his finger in the wound.
I don’t think this is Jesus after the Resurrection. This is Jesus at the Transfiguration.
This is Jesus at the Metamorphosis, at the moment when God gives him and the disciples a foretaste of the glory that is to come, but which can only be attained by death and resurrection.
Look at those hands and feet. They are exaggerated. Too large.
For some months we have had the Icon of Friendship in the south wall alcove by the candle stand. Jesus’ friend is bare foot.
One of the great joys for me in being here in South Wales is our beaches. I love to stand barefoot on the sand. To feel the sand between my toes.
That is true spirituality. To be entirely present to ourselves, to be entirely present to our bodies. To touch the earth and to stand firm on it.
Now look at the great concrete arch that George Pace built for our statue.
In the story we have just heard Moses and Elijah appear on either side of Jesus to the disciples on the mountain.
To me our graceful concrete pillars represent these figures. Some times Christians behave as if Jesus is replacing Moses and Elijah and the law and the prophets represent but I think our pulpitim shows how in fact the Transfiguration is Jesus fulfilling the Law and the prophets and supported and feeding from them.
Finally, notice where the Majestas figure is looking. He is not looking down at us.
He is looking out through the clear light of our west window.
Jesus looks at the world, just as at the end of very Eucharist we are sent out to love and serve the world.
What we do in church is important, but only in so far as it changes, metamorphosises what we do in the world.
The disciples wanted to pitch their tents on the mountain. But they could not stay there.
This image of the Transfiguration, of the Metamorphosis, is a reminder, like Kafka’s play and the stunning ballet based on it, that it is in breaking down, in dying that we find resurrection.
When Jesus was dying he found his still point, his centre, in the psalms, quoting Psalm 22 from the Cross.
My still point when things are tough is Psalm 119.
It is the longest psalm in the Bible. I pray all of it each day over the course of the day.
Each verse contains a synonym for the Torah, the law.
It also contains multiple uses of three words: way, truth and life.
When Jesus said I am the way the truth and the life, he was making an extraordinary statement.
He was saying that he is the living Torah, the personification, the manifestation of the Torah.
As these concrete pillars hold up the Transfigured Christ, the metamorphosed Christ they are a reminder that we Christians will be transfigured in as much as we die to self. As we change.
In Kafka’s Metamorphosis there is a simple quote:
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
As we contemplate this gift, this statue of the Transfigured Christ,
as we die to ourselves in the physicality of our lives we cannot explain it. The transformation is not ours to control.
We abandon ourselves as Jesus did, into God’s all loving arms:
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”


