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When a Brotha saw Jesus……..

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An Irishman in a wheel chair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked
the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Irishman looked across the restaurant
and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over there?" The waitress nodded "yes,"
so the Irishman told her to give Jesus a cup of coffee on him.

The next patron to come in was an Englishman 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, "Is that
Jesus over there?" The waitress nodded again, so the Englishman said to give
Jesus a cup of hot tea, too.

The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Brotha from the hood on
crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, "Hey there
sweet thang, hook a brotha up with a cold glass of RC!" He, too, looked
across the restaurant and asked, "Is that God's boy over there?" The
waitress nodded again, so the Brotha said to give Jesus a cold glass of RC,
too.

As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Irishman, touched him and said,
"For your kindness, you are healed." The Irishman felt the strength come
back into his legs, got up and danced a jig out the door.

Jesus also passed by the Englishman, touched him and said, "For your
kindness, you are healed." The Englishman felt his back straightening up,
and he raised up his hands, praised the Lord and did a series of back flips
out the door.

Then Jesus walked towards the Brotha from the hood. The Brotha jumped up
and yelled, "Slow ya role playa, don't touch me dog, I'm drawin'
disability!!!!!"
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