The pastor asks if anyone in the congregation would like to express
praise for answered prayers.
Suzie Smith stands and walks to the podium.
She says, “I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Bob, 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 Bob must have experienced.
“Bob was unable to hold me or the children,” Bob’s wife continues, “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 Bob’s scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.”
Again, the men in the congregation cringe and squirm uncomfortably as
they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Bob.
“Now,” she announces in a quivering voice, “thank the Lord, Bob is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely.”
All the men sigh with unified relief.
The pastor rises and tentatively asks if anyone else has something to say.
A man stands up and walks slowly to the podium.
He says, “Hi, I’m Bob.”
The entire congregation hold their breath. You can hear a pin drop . . . .
“I just want to tell my wife, the word is ‘sternum’.”
H/t FOTM’s silent reader CSM
~Éowyn
