I've preached them, studied them (yes, sadly, sometimes in that order), covered them in Bible College, listened to them on tape and on mp3, listened while others preached them, watched them on video and on DVD (but not blu-ray yet) and I've seen musical theatre based on them (Godspell, Jesus Christ Superstar and the Cotton Patch Gospel - thanks Harry!) and I've seen them acted out in one man plays.
This afternoon, Bill Jackson was making me feel like I was discovering them again for the first time.
There is a depth to the synoptic gospels, a textured richness that is simple and profound, common and sublime, clear and mysterious. Like David by Michelangelo or Renoir's Moulin de la Galette there is a beauty or message that anyone can appreciate and there's something even more substantial so that someone who is willing to spend an afternoon with the Gospels need not be bored and will never come to the end of discovery.
Today was filled with, "How have I missed that?" moments and "That's so cool!" thoughts. We've launched the boat well out past the 3 points and a poem of my Bible College days and my love for the Text is greater for it.