A conservative, in a wheelchair, entered a restaurant one afternoon in late December and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. As he looked across the restaurant he spotted someone with long hair sitting in a robe and asked, "Could that be Jesus sitting over there?"
The waitress nodded "Yes," so the conservative requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee on him.
The next patron to come in was a Libertarian 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, "Wow, is that Jesus sitting over there?"
The waitress nodded. So the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, saying "My treat."
The next patron to come into the restaurant was a liberal 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 Miller Light?"
After everyone in the restaurant turned their heads to see who was making all the noise, the loud mouth Democrat finally shut his mouth and looked across the restaurant and asked, "Hey, isn't that God's boy over there? Happy Holidays dude," he shouted.
The waitress looked annoyed but nodded, "Yes." So the Democrat directed her to also give Jesus a cold beer. "On my bill," he said loudly so the whole restaurant could hear.
Everything settled down until Jesus got up to leave. First he passed by the Conservative, touching him saying, "For your kindness, you are healed."
The Conservative felt the strength suddenly come back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door.
Jesus then passed by the Libertarian, touching him and saying, "For your giving me that warm tea, you are healed."
The Libertarian 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 Democrat, still smiling.
The Democrat jumped up and yelled, "Don't touch me. I'm
collecting disability!"
The waitress looked over at the Democrat and said, "Don't worry, He won't. Jesus turned the beer you gave him into a gallon of milk and gave it to me to take home. He said I was to pray for you and not to expect a tip. But please come back again. He's always here and I need the milk.
TKS to Karl of Florida for the idea, a little editing for fun since Democrats are always milking us.