An Irishman in a wheel chair 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 tea. He, too, glanced across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus over there?"

The waitress nodded again, so the Englishman said to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, too.

The third patron to come into the restaurant was a brother from the hood on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, "Hey there sweet thing. Hook a brotha' up with a cold glass of RC!'' He, too, looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that God's boy over there?"

The waitress nodded again, so the brotha' said to give Jesus a cold glass of RC, too.

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 passed by the Englishman, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Englishman praised the Lord and did a series of backflips out the door.

Then Jesus walked towards the brotha' from the hood. The brotha' jumped up and yelled, "Slow ya role playa, don't touch me dog. I'm drawin' disability."