The Healer

A semi-crippled Libertarian came into a bar and with difficulty, hoisted his bad leg over the bar stool, pulled himself up and asked for a sip of whiskey. He looked down the bar and asked, “Is that Jesus down there?” The bartender nodded and the Libertarian told him to give Jesus a whiskey also. The next patron was an ailing Republican with a hunched back who moved slowly. He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of wine. He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus. The bartender nodded and the Republican said to give Him a glass of wine also. The third patron, a Democrat, swaggered in and said “Barkeep, give me a cold beer. Hey, is that Jesus down there?” The barkeep nodded, and the Democrat told him to give Jesus a cold one too. As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over and touched the Libertarian and said, “For your kindness, you are healed!” The Libertarian felt the strength come back to his leg, and he got up and danced a jig all the way to the door. Jesus touched the republican and said, “For your kindness you are healed!” The Republican felt his back straighten. He danced with joy and did a flip. As Jesus walked toward the Democrat, the Democrat jumped back and exclaimed, “Don’t touch me, I’m drawing disability!”