During the service, the pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express thanks for prayers that had been answered.
A lady stood up and came forward.
She said, “I have a reason to thank the Lord. Two months ago, my husband Jim had a terrible bicycle accident, and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating, and the doctors weren’t sure if they could help him.”
There was an audible gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the agony poor Jim must have gone through.
She continued, “Jim couldn’t hold me or the children, and every movement caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation. They managed to piece together the crushed remnants of Jim’s scrotum and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.”
Once again, the men in the congregation squirmed uncomfortably, picturing the gruesome surgery.
She went on, “Now, Jim is out of hospital, and the doctors say that, with time, his scrotum should make a full recovery.”
All the men sighed in collective relief.
The pastor rose and, somewhat cautiously, asked if anyone else had anything to share.
A man stood up and walked slowly to the front.
He said, “Hi, I’m Jim—and I’d just like to tell my wife, the word is sternum.”
