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 glass of Miller Light?’ He, too, looked
across the restaurant and asked, ‘Is that God’s boy over there?’ The
waitress once more nodded, so the Democrat directed her to give Jesus
a cold glass of beer. ‘On my bill,’ he said.
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 danced a jig out the
door.
Jesus also 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, praised the Lord and did a series of back
flips out the door.
Then Jesus walked towards the Democrat. The Democrat jumped up and
yelled, ‘Don’t touch me .. I’m collecting disability.’
