Tom's Scrotum

The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise
for answered prayers. Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium. She said,
"I have a 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 imagine 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 cringed and squirmed
uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Tom. "Now,"
she announced in a quivering 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 unified 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 Smith."
The entire congregation held its breath. "I just want to tell my wife the
word is sternum."