funny haha, viola voilá

Jesus was walking down the road one sunny afternoon when, in the distance, he heard a man crying. As he approached the man, he asked him, “Man, why are you crying?”

“Because I cannot see, Jesus. Please, please, rid me of this curse,” said the blind man.

Just then, Jesus breathed upon his hands, gently touched the eyes of the blind man, and said, “open your eyes and see; you are healed!”

“It’s a miracle, praise the Lord! Thank you Jesus,” said the man, as he beheld the beauty of God’s creation with fresh eyes.

Jesus continued down the road, feeling glad that life was so groovy, and his followers so rad. As he strolled along the path humming a joyful tune, he heard what sounded like yet another man crying. This man was lying in the dirt, weeping and feeling terribly sorry for himself and his predicament. Jesus asked him, “Man, why are you lying in the dirt and weeping; do not the reasons to rejoice and be glad abound in God’s Kingdom?”

The man stopped weeping and responded, “Lord, I would feel glad, but I cannot walk and am thus stuck out here, away from my family and my home.”

Jesus descended to one knee and held his hands over the man, whispering something holy under his breath. “Man, stand up and walk; you are healed!”

“My Lord, I can walk—it’s a miracle—thank you, Jesus!” And with that, the man skipped and hopped away, whistling an ebullient ditty as he frolicked.

As Jesus continued down the road, feeling contented with the overwhelmingly positive nature of his day, he heard yet another man crying in the distance. He doubted himself (albeit briefly) at first, but soon realized that he was simply in high demand on this particular afternoon.

He approached the man—who seemed to be the picture of health, but full of sorrow—and said, “man, why are you crying?”

The man choked back tears and muttered, “Because I’m a violist.”

And Jesus sat and wept with him…