The pastor asked if anyone in the
congregation would like to express praise or answered prayers. Suzie
Smith stood and walked to the podium. She said, “I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Phil, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum
was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn’t
know if they could help him.”
You could hear a muffled gasp from
the men in the congregation as they imagine the pain that poor Phil must have
experienced. “Phil was unable to hold me or the children,” she went on,
“and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors
performed a delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece
together the crushed remnants of Phil’s scrotum, and wrap wire around it to
hold it in place.”
Again, the men in the congregation
cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery
performed on Phil.
“Now,” she announced in a quivering
voice, “thank the Lord, Phil is out of the hospital and the doctors say that
with time, his scrotum should recover completely.”
All the men sighed with unified
relief. As Suzie walked back to her seat, the pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had
something to say.
A man stood up and walked slowly to
the podium. He said, “I’m Phil.”
The entire congregation held its breath.
“I just want to tell my wife that the word is sternum.”
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