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, and asked for a sip of whisky. 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 whisky too.

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 too.

The third patron, a redneck, swaggered into the bar and hollered, " barkeep, set me up a cold one. Hey, is that Gods 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 the jig out 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.

Jesus walked toward the redneck, and the redneck jumped back and yelled, " dont touch me! Im collecting disability! "