Don’t Touch Me!
An Irishman in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked
the waitress for a cup of coffee. He 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 RC Cola!” 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 RC, and put
it on his 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 collecting disability!”


