When they got out on land, they saw a charcoal fire in place, with fish laid out on it, and bread. Jesus said to them, "Bring some of the fish that you have just caught." So Simon Peter went aboard and hauled the net ashore, full of large fish, 153 of them. And although there were so many, the net was not torn. Jesus said to them, "Come and have breakfast." Now none of the disciples dared ask him, "Who are you?" They knew it was the Lord.
The disciples had been fishing all night, catching nothing. When Jesus called to them to throw their nets on the other side of their boat, they caught an abundance of fish. When they got to the shore, Jesus didn't give them a lecture. Jesus didn't ask them any theological questions. Jesus didn't hand them a pamphlet on how to avoid damnation. He cooked the boys breakfast. ChubbO style.
Real Love is not handing out pamphlets, thumping a Bible on the streets, or asking people if they really wanna go to hell. Real Love is action. An action as simple and unpretentious as cooking breakfast. If you believe in Real Love, you will live in such a way that others will not be hungry, others will not be naked, others will not be isolated, alienated, and alone.
Now, all this talk of breakfast is making me hungry.
If only I wanted bread and fish for breakfast, instead of The Waffle.