Or something like that.
Some time ago a woman wrote a post discussing whether God waits for us - or as I said above - something like that. I thought the answer would be simple but it was far too complicated a discussion for me to enter into. I don't like long posts and commentaries. It's like scholars spending their lives writing a doctoral dissertation on the little way of St. Therese - does anyone else see the irony in that? Don't answer.
I thought of that post in the light of today's Gospel. This morning, there was Jesus, waiting on the beach for the disciples who were out fishing. He called to them, "Children!" And he had prepared breakfast for them. He waited for them - for that moment - to wait on them - just to show how tenderly he loves us.
Years ago - when I was still a kid - someone who had 'picked me up' had breakfast ready for me the next morning, my shoes were shined and my clothes were all pressed... No one had ever been that kind to me before.
God is kind - he waits for us to come ashore - he makes breakfast for us. It is kindness which reveals the charity that is deep in our hearts. Don't over-think it.