OldMan Zeke
2008-06-23 23:52:46 UTC
An Italian in a wheel chair 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. Ho w*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. Zeke jumped up and yelled, *Don*t
touch me...I*m drawin* disability.*