Last Sunday, 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, David, had a terrible motorcycle 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 David must have experienced.

"David 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 David'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 David.

"Now," she announced in a quavering voice, "thank the Lord, David 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 David." The entire congregation held its
breath. "I just want to tell my wife that the word is sternum ."