Poor Jim

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Our pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for answered prayers.

A lady in our congregation stood and walked to the podium. "I have a praise," she said. "Two months ago, my husband, Jim, 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 an audible gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Jim experienced.

She continued, "Jim was unable to hold me or the children, and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation. They were able to piece together the crushed remnants and wrap wire around his scrotum to hold it in."

Again, the men in the congregation squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Jim.

She continued, "Now, Jim is out of the hospital and the doctors say, with time, his scrotum should recover completely."

All the men sighed with relief.

Our pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had anything to say.
A man rose and walked to the podium.

"I'm Jim," he said, "and I just want to tell my wife, the word is sternum."