The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for answered prayers. Suzie stood up and walked to the podium.
She said “I would like to give 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 imagined 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 of the men sighed with unified relief.
The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.
After a few brief moments, a man stood up and walked slowly and with some difficulty to the podium. He said “I’m Phil.”
The entire congregation held its breath.
“I just want to say that my wife should have used the word sternum.”