The bartender was washing his glasses, and an elderly Irishman came in and
with great difficulty, hoisted his bad leg over the barstool, pulled himself
up painfully, asked for a sip of Irish whiskey. The Irishman looked down the
bar and said, "Is that Jesus down there?" The bartender nodded and the
Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish whiskey also.
The next patron
was an ailing Italian with a hunched back and slowness of movement. He
shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of Chianti. He also looked
down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting down there. The bartender
nodded and the Italian said to give Him a glass of Chianti, also.
The
third patron, a redneck, swaggered in dragging his knuckles on the floor and
hollered. "Barkeep, set me up a cold one. Hey, is that God's Boy down there?"
The barkeep nodded, and the redneck told him to give Jesus a cold one
too.
As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman and
touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed!"
The
Irishman felt the strength come back to his leg, and he got up and danced a
jig to the door.
Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your
kindness you are healed!"
The Italian felt his back straighten and he
raised his hands above his head and did a flip out the door.
As Jesus
walked toward the redneck, the redneck jumped back and exclaimed, "Don't
touch me, I'm drawin' disability!"
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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