An Italian in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Italian looked across the Restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over there?"
The waitress nodded "yes," so the Italian told her to give Jesus a cup of coffee on him.
The next patron to come in was an Irishman 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 Irishman 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 Italian, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Italian felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door.
Jesus also passed by the Irishman, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Irishman 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 drawin' disability".
