I like food. In that way, at least, I'm like Jesus! Have you read how many times the Gospels show him dining with people? Some asked him questions, some needed forgiveness, and a few just wanted to argue with him. (He always won.) But he seemed to enjoy the occasions regardless, even after he was raised from the tomb.
Let's look at John 21. Here, Peter and the others are fishing, unsuccessfully again, and Jesus does the fish-in-the-net miracle again (see Luke 5 for the first one). They all freak out, but not so much that they forget to bring in all those fish, and come ashore to see Jesus. He's not waiting for them to serve him, he's already got fish and bread on the fire. Either Jesus knew how to cook, or he just said "Let there be food." So they gathered around and ate.
How would you feel if Jesus prepared a meal for you? Embarrassed? Unworthy? Shocked? I think he would want us to relax and enjoy it with him! (See Rev. 19:9 for an indication.)
But why did he enjoy eating? Maybe it's one of those physical practices that, even in a made-for-heaven body, he still enjoyed. Maybe he ate in front of the disciples just to prove he could, and that he was the same man who had eaten a thousand meals with them before. This was "the man Jesus Christ" who ascended to heaven, and is now in heaven interceding for us (1 Tim. 2:5, Heb. 9:11-28). He remains even to today, a glorified human being, the only perfect one, our Savior.
Even if the marriage supper of the Lamb is campfire bread and broiled fish, I have a feeling we'll enjoy it -- in our then-glorified bodies and perfected humanity, along with the man Jesus Christ. Who may have cooked it all for us. My mouth is watering already!
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