‘One day the Messiah will come,’ she says brightly. ‘Why don’t we wait till then? He’ll make it all clear.’ That is, of course, the equivalent of a football player kicking the ball enthusiastically towards his own net, without realizing that the goalkeeper isn’t there. ‘That’s me,’ says Jesus. And he goes on saying it. Whenever people come round to the key questions, and say, ‘If only someone would come and sort it all out!’, then there he is. ‘That’s me.’ Waiting to do what he does best.
