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A woman named Jill stood up at her church's
Testimony Meeting one Sunday morning, took the microphone from one of
the church ushers, and bared her soul to the enrapt congregation:
"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has
suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control,
ran off the highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the
hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was
a broken scrotum."
The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation
were obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats. "Jim has been
in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble
breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can
hardly lift anything, he's in so much pain and he has missed work
because of it. He can't lift our children up to hold them and
give them the personal love that they need, worst of all, we can no
longer cuddle and have intimate relations. He is in constant
pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away
into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the congregation to
pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal
and be as good as new."
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of
this terrible accident sunk in, and the men in the congregation were
visibly shaken up with the thought that, "there but for the grace of
God go I."
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in the
midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously
in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and
said to the congregation:
"My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill. That word is:
STERNUM!"
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Merrily
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