there’s a story in the gospels that recounts a conversation between the resurrected jesus and his disciples.
the risen messiah had just cooked up breakfast on the beach for his followers who had turned back to a life of fishing in absence of direction from their rabbi.
it was his third appearance to the faithful since his crucifixion, and it seemed they were gradually becoming more comfortable with his concept of kingdom. with each encounter, the puzzle pieces of previous teaching fit together better.
things were beginning to make sense.