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'* about gettin' me a
cold glass of Coke! !" He,
too, looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that God'* 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 pass ed by the Englishman, touched him and said, "For your
kindness, you are healed."
The Englishman 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."

I could beleave it

that is funny. It amazes me at the people all over that seem perfectly fine but are drawing SSI. You really gotta wonder.