The Pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like
to express praise for answered prayers.

Pearl Hubbard stood up and walked to the podium.  Looking
out at the congregation, she said, "I have a praise.  Two
months ago, my husband Tom was in a terrible bicycle wreck
and his scrotum was completely crushed.  The pain was ex-
cruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him."

Muffled gasps arose from the men in the pews as they
imagined the unbearable pain poor Tom must have experienced.

"Tom was unable to hold me or the children," Pearl slowly
continued.  "Every move caused him terrible pain.  We prayed
as the doctors performed a delicate operation to try to
repair the damage, and it turned out that they were able to
piece together the crushed remnants of Tom's scrotum and
wrap wire tightly around it to hold it in place."

The male congregants cringed and squirmed as they imagined
the horrible surgery Tom had to undergo.  

"But now," Pearl announced in a quavering voice, "Thanks to
our prayers and the Lord, Tom is finally 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
with a pained look and tentatively asked if anyone else had
something to say.

A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Tom Hubbard."  The entire congregation
held its breath.

"I just wanted to tell my wife.........the word is "sternum."