Their friend, their teacher, now eating with them — hosting the first meal of a new life. The Last Supper seems far away now. Not hidden in an upper room with only candlelight to give sight but now on the beach in the sunrise of morning where the disciples are able to see ever more clearly the wonder of their risen Lord. I do not know why so many of the resurrection appearances of Jesus have something to do with food, but they do. Maybe it is because eating is so necessary for life, and so is Jesus. Or maybe it is because sharing food is what makes us human. Most other species forage alone, so that feeding is a solitary business, but human beings seem to love eating together. It is, one of the clues to the presence of Jesus. There is always the chance, when we are eating together, that we will discover the risen Lord in our midst. The story is full of clues for those times when we feel too alone on the sea in the middle of the night, afraid that we have come to the end of something without any idea how to begin again.