The words of today’s Gospel from John which we heard at Mrs Thatcher’s funeral are some of the best-known and greatest in literature.

“I am the way, the truth, and the life.”

These sort of words are like great seas crashing on the rocks in my mind of scepticism and unbelief. The rock enduring, grey, grim points despite the magnificence of these words and their power and allure. They rise up, white, spray flying. Glorious, but the rock remains.