A guy in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked
the waitress for a cup of coffee. The guy looked across the
restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over there?” The waitress
nodded “yes,” so the guy requested that she give Jesus a cup of
coffee on him.
The next patron to come in was a man 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 man asked her to give
Jesus a cup of hot tea, “My treat.”
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a guy on crutches. He
hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, “Hey there, honey! How’s
about gettin’ 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 man 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 man in a wheelchair, and touched him and said,
“For your kindness, you are healed.” The man felt the strength come
back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door.
Jesus also passed by the man and, touched him and said, “For your
kindness, you are healed.” The man 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 3rd man on crutches, The man quickly jumped up, and yelled,
“Don’t touch me! I’m collecting disability!
