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 Praise. Two months ago, my husband, Tom, 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 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."