Is That God's Boy Over There?
Redneck crutches come in different sizes...
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'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 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 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.”