“And while they still did not believe it because of joy and amazement, he asked them, ‘Do you have anything here to eat?’ They gave him a piece of broiled fish, and he took it and ate it in their presence.” Luke 24:41-43

I grew up on a beef farm. We ate a steady rotation of meat and potatoes with a side of garden vegetables. I don’t remember having fish for dinner while growing up on the farm. Ever. I still don’t eat fish very often, but when I do, it’s beer battered and deep fried and smothered with tartar sauce. Not exactly Mediterranean style fare. Roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy would be my first choice for a post-resurrection meal.

The shocked disciples were not convinced Jesus had a real body. They saw Him with their eyes and they touched His skin, yet they were still having trouble believing. To prove He wasn’t a disembodied spirit, Jesus asked them for something to eat.

One of them grabbed a piece of leftover broiled fish (yuck!).
Jesus took it in His hand.
They leaned in.
He took a bite and chewed.
They watched His mouth.
He swallowed.
They watched His throat.
Their eyes moved down His chest.
They stared at His belly.
He smiled.
And there was no more talk of unbelief.

The way to the men’s hearts was through His stomach.