A Republican, in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one
afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Republican
looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over there?"
The waitress nodded "yes," so the Republican
requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee, on him.
The next patron to come in was a Libertarian, 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 Libertarian asked her to
give Jesus a cup of hot tea, "My treat."
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Democrat
on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down, and hollered, "Hey there, honey! How's about getting me a cold mug of Miller Light?" He too looked across the restaurant and asked, "Isn't that God's boy over there?"
The waitress nodded, so the Democrat directed her to give
Jesus a cold beer. "On my bill," he said loudly.
As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican,
touched him, and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The
Republican felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and began
to praise the Lord.
Jesus passed by the Libertarian, touched him, and
said, "For your kindness, you are healed."
The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, and
he to began to praise the Lord.
Then, Jesus walked towards the Democrat, just smiling.
The Democrat jumped up and yelled, "Don't touch me ... I'm on disability."