The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like
to express Praise for answered prayers. A lady stood and
walked to the podium.
She said, "I have a Praise. Two months ago, my husband,
Tom, had a terrible golf cart 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 imagined the pain that poor Tom must have experienced.
"Tom 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 Tom's scrotum, and wrap
wire around it to hold it in place."
Again, the men in the congregation were unnerved and squirmed
uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on
Tom.
"Now," she announced in a quavering voice, thank the Lord, Tom
is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his
scrotum should recover completely."
All the men sighed with relief.
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 Tom."
The entire congregation held its breath.
"I just want to tell my wife that the word is 'sternum'."
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