A Terrible Accident
At a small-town Sunday service, the pastor invited folks to share any answered prayers.
Suzy, a sweet woman in her late 60s, stood up and made her way to the front.
"Pastor," she said, "I just want to praise the Lord. Two months ago, my husband Tom had a terrible bicycle accident. He broke several ribs, his scrotum was crushed, and the doctors weren’t even sure he’d pull through."
The congregation leaned in, concerned.
Suzy continued, “The pain was unbearable. He couldn’t hug the grandkids, couldn’t lie down without wincing. But praise God—the surgeons were able to repair the damage and wire everything back in place. They say with time, Tom's scrotum will heal completely.”
You could hear every man in the room shift in his seat.
The pastor blinked but politely moved on. “Thank you, Suzy. Would anyone else like to share?”
A man slowly stood up and made his way to the front.
He cleared his throat. “I’m Tom Smith.”
The room fell silent.
“I just want to say to my dear wife… the word is 'sternum'.”
