The next patron to come in was a Libertarian, 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, so the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea and whatever else He wanted, “My treat.”  

The third patron to come into the restaurant, was a Democrat on crutches.   He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and said, “How's about getting me a cold mug of Miller Light!”   He, too, looked across the restaurant and asked, "Isn't that Jesus over there?   The waitress nodded, so the Democrat directed her to give Jesus a cold beer and whatever else He wanted, “On my bill.”

As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Republican felt the strength and vitality flood back into his legs, got up, walked, and began to praise the Lord.

Jesus passed by the Libertarian, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed.” The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, a happy sparkle return to his eyes, he raised up his hands, and he, too, began to praise the Lord.  

Then, Jesus walked, with a huge kind smile on his face, towards the Democrat. The Democrat jumped up and yelled, “Please don’t touch me. I'm on disability.”  

For Those Who Understand, No Explanation is necessary.

For Those Who Do Not Understand, No Explanation is possible.