Later that day, Jesus was dining with His disciples in the house of Peter.
Jesus, who was weary from the day’s teachings, was eating quietly at the end of the table and saying nothing.
The disciples were talking amongst themselves, arguing over which one of them had the biggest hands.
Matthew was saying, “Because I was a tax collector before our Lord commanded me to follow Him, I was required to hold many coins in my palms, therefore my hands are the biggest.”
Peter, the son of Jonah, said: “It is not so. For before our Lord took me away, I was a fisherman, and the brethren know that only I had hands big enough to hoist up the nets.”
Luke was also saying, “You both are wrong! For behold, I am a doctor, and would not be able to care and nurture my patients if it not were for the great size of my hands.”
While the disciples were arguing, Peter’s dog came among them at the end of the table where Jesus was.
Jesus, seeing that no one was paying attention, took the last loaf of bread from the table and fed it to him.
Jesus then addressed the disciples, saying, “Peter, pass the bread.”
Peter and the others looked all around them, but there was no bread to be found.
Peter, in great distress, said to Jesus, “Forgive me, Lord, but the bread is gone!”
Jesus said to them, “Which one among you ate the last loaf?” But none of them knew who it was.
And the disciples were all amazed, saying to each other, “How can this be, that He who performs such signs and wonders should laugh among us like a mortal?”