During a Sunday service, the pastor asked if anyone in the congregation had a testimony of an answered prayer to share.
Mary stood up, walked to the podium, and beamed with gratitude. “I have a wonderful praise report,” she announced. “Two months ago, my husband, Frank, had a horrific bicycle accident, and his scrotum was completely crushed.”
An immediate wave of sheer discomfort washed over the church. Every single man in the audience automatically crossed his legs, wincing in sympathetic agony.
“The pain was absolute torture,” Mary continued emotionally. “The doctors had to perform a delicate, hours-long surgery, using wire and metal staples just to piece the shattered remnants back together. But praise the Lord, he is finally out of the hospital, and the doctors say he will make a full recovery!”
The men in the pews exhaled a collective, breathless sigh of relief.
The pastor stepped back up to the pulpit, looking slightly shaken, and asked if anyone else had anything to add. A man slowly stood up from the middle row and walked down the aisle to the microphone.
“I’m Frank,” he announced to the dead-silent room. He turned to his blushing wife and muttered, “Honey… the word you’re looking for is sternum.”
