JESUS in a Restaurant
A Republican, who was sitting in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one afternoon and
asked the waitress for a cup of coffee.
The Republican looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over
there?" The waitress nodded "yes," so the Republican requested that she give Jesus a
cup of coffee, on him.
The next patron to come in was a Libertarian, who had 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 Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea. My
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Democrat on crutches. He hobbled
over to a booth, sat down, and hollered, "Hey there honey, how's about getting me a
cold mug of Bud Light!"
He, too, looked across the restaurant and asked, "Isn't that God's boy over there?"
The waitress nodded, so the Democrat directed her to give Jesus a cold beer. "On my
bill," he said loudly so everyone in the restaurant could hear.
As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican, touched him, and said, "For
your kindness, you are healed."
The Republican felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and began to praise the
Jesus passed by the Libertarian, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are
The Libertarian felt his back straighten up, so he raised his hands and he, too, began to
praise the Lord.
Then, Jesus walked, with a huge smile on his face, towards the Democrat. The
Democrat jumped up and yelled, "Don't touch me! I'm on disability!"
For those who understand, no explanation is necessary. For those who don’t, no
explanation is possible.