This book was an entertaining lark that takes the great detective Sherlock Holmes and his worthy assistant Dr. Watson back in time to witness the Crucifixion and Resurrection of Christ. Sherlock wants to discover if the roots of Christianity are real or conjured up by the zealots of Christ's day. Of course, it will come as no surprise that the foundation of Christianity is found to stand the scrutiny of the world's greatest detective. In the process, we learn some good, basic apologetics about the veracity of Christianity's claims, very reminiscent of Josh McDowell's 'Evidence That Demands a Verdict'.
You need not worry that this is a heavy-handed book on theology, however. There is a story to tell of how Sherlock and Watson manage to get transported back in time, how they manage to survive once they get there (barely!), and how they get back without damaging the space-time continuum too much. I liked the interplay between Holms and Watson, the villians, and even the character of Jesus Himself. There was lots of mystery and humor to spice up the tale. It was, of course, written in the syle of Sir Author Conan Doyle.
It was a fun story and I felt a little better off for having read it.