The bartender was washing his glasses, when an elderly Irishman came in.
With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the
barstool, pulled himself up painfully, and asked for a sip of Irish
whiskey.

The Irishman looked down the bar and said, "Is that Jesus down there?"
The bartender nodded, so the Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish
whiskey, too.

The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched back,
who moved very slowly. 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 at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded, so the
Italian said to give Him a glass of Chianti, too.

The third patron to enter the bar was a redneck, Bob Adkins, who
swaggered into the bar and hollered, "Barkeeper, set me up a cold one!
Hey, is that God's Boy down there?" The barkeeper nodded, so 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, so he got up and danced a jig out the
door.

Jesus touched the Italian and said, "For your kindness, you are
healed!" The Italian felt his back straighten, so he raised his hands
above his head and did a flip out the door.

Jesus walked toward the redneck, but Adkins jumped back and screeched,
"Don't touch me! I'm drawin' disability!"