An Irishman in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and
asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Irishman looked across the
restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over there?"
The waitress nodded "yes," so the Irishman told her to give
Jesus a cup of coffee on him.
The next patron to come in was an Englishman with a hunched back.
He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the waitress
for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and asked,
"Is that Jesus over there?"
The waitress nodded, so the Englishman said to give Jesus a cup of hot
tea, "My treat."
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Redneck on crutches.
He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, "Hey there, sweet
thang. How's about gettin' me a cold glass of Coke!" He, too, looked
across the restaurant and asked, "Is that God's boy over there?"
The waitress once more nodded, so the Redneck said to give Jesus a cold
glass of Coke, "On my bill."
As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Irishman, touched him and
said, "For your kindness, you are healed."
The Irishman felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and
danced a jig out the door.
Jesus also passed by the Englishman, touched him and said, "For your
kindness, you are healed."
The English man felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands,
praised the Lord and did a series of back flips out the door.
Then Jesus walked towards the Redneck.
The Redneck jumped up and yelled, ......."Don't touch me...I'm on workers comp"
