Friday, July 2, 2010

Weekend Humor

ART: "Coffee Shop" By Unknown Artist

An Irishman in a wheelchair entered a coffee shop one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Irishman looked across the coffee shop and asked, "Excuse me, but 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 the coffee shop 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 coffee shop and asked,"Is that Jesus over there?" The waitress again nodded "yes", so the Englishman said to give Jesus a cup of hot tea also.

The third person to come into the coffee was Roland Brown, from 49th Street on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down, and hollered, "Hey baby, can you, hook me up with a hot cup of coffee? Thanks." He too looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that God's baby boy over there?" Again, the waitress nooded "yes", so the brotha said to hook up Jesus with a hot cup of coffee 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, he raised his hands, praised the Lord, and did a series of backflips out the door.

Then, Jesus walked towards Roland Brown from 49th Street. Roland jumped up and yelled, "Slow ya role, player. Don't touch me. I'm drawin' disability!"

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

HA!




KEEPING THE FAITH: RANDOM PRAYERS "ON THE DOWNLOAD"

DEAR GOD: Sometimes anger seems so near to the surface of my life. An unwelcome word, the remembrance of a past hurt, a disappointment I had not expected can make my emotions swirl with the force of a small cyclone. Sometimes my heart feels hot, my nerves feel edgy, my mind feels like lit dynamite. And sometimes, I just turn silent, go inward, cut myself off from anything and anyone that could ease the throbbing inside. I hold on to my anger, as if to let it go would render the reason for my anger meaningless. I pray that your great love will burn away my anger and leave me settled in the cool breeze of your presence. Help me let go, not only of the anger, but of what made me angry in the first place. Let me breathe deep the wonder and peace of love. Amen.









































































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