I love Sherlock Holmes, but I’m arriving a little late to the party. I never gave the clever consulting detective much thought until a dear friend of mine recommended I check out the BBC television series Sherlock. Minutes into the first episode I knew I was hooked, smitten, irrevocably in love with the characters of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. (And, if you must know, crushing a bit on Benedict Cumberbatch too.)
While awaiting the return of Sherlock I have fed my undying love by reading a few of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s original stories and most recently by trying out another Sherlock TV series, Elementary, this time per my sister’s recommendation. Again I am completely taken with the unfolding story of Sherlock Holmes, and in this case, his crime solving partner Joan Watson.
I wonder, at times, what is it exactly that draws me to these characters, these stories, these shows.
Is it the excellent writing and storytelling? But of course! When I find stuff like this I can’t get enough.
Is it the got-to-find-out-who-killed-who-tension that riddles each Sherlock story? For sure! The curiosity factor alone gets me every time.
Is it the super swoon worthy leading men with their charming accents and turned up collars? Well, I don’t know…maybe… Anyway, moving on.
It’s all of this, to be sure, but more than anything I’ve come to realize it’s the friendship, the relationships, the community portrayed between Sherlock and Watson. More than just a high functioning duo, these guys are friends, allies, brothers.
I love this. So often it seems, this is what pulls me in, what draws me into a story.
The Lord of the Rings
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
These are all a few of my very favorites and they are all stories where friendship…true, pure, real deal friendship…lies at the heart and breath and soul of each tale.
Tonight Mr. Wonderful and I watched an episode of Elementary in which Sherlock faced with the decision of leaving his home in New York City to return to his native London. Leaving New York would potentially mean leaving Joan and the support system he had discovered as he recovered from an addiction to heroin. “I have thrived here,” he says to Joan when she asks him what he wants. “Not because of who I am but because of who I have come to know.”
When the episode was over I texted the quote to my friend, Jessie. My own version of Watson, Jessie started as my writer friend but grew into so much more. This summer she and her family left their home in Michigan for the wild frontier of Seattle, WA and a brand new ministry there. I miss her desperately. Sometimes so acutely it feels like my arm, or my leg, or some incredibly vital part of me is gone.
This is what you and our writing group have given me, I typed in after the quote. And it’s also what I hope you find in Seattle.
I can see it now ever so clearly. Here in Michigan. In Charlotte, in Virginia. In all the places I’ve lived, in all the places I’ve thrived, friendship, relationships, and community are what made it so. Not me. Never me, but the friends God has brought into my life.
In high school he gave me Mr. Wonderful. He gave me Matt, Jessica, Karly, Mrs. Spalding, Sharon, Brandon, Nikki, Justin, Danny, Brett, Jeff. He gave me Battle Creek Bible Church.
In Charlotte He gave me Sarah. He gave me Beth, Bethany, Cara, Clint, Heather, Hager, Tom, Blues, the Brazelles, the Maugels, the Homans. He gave me our church group, Banyan.
In Virginia he gave me Dave. He gave me Vanessa, Hannah, Jim, Lee, Stacy, Roger. He gave me Evergreen Community Church.
And in returning home to Michigan, the friendship, the love, it grows and grows. He’s given me Jessie and my writers group and a whole army of writing buddies…so many I can’t even begin to name them all. He’s given me Amanda, Justin, Jeff, Crystal, Barry, Linda, Mike, Jen, Kim, Ashley, and Juli. He’s given us Radiant. He’s given us family.
And I’m thriving like never before because I call these dear ones allies. I call them brothers and sisters. I call them friends.
Each and every one the Watson to my Sherlock.