Last week our pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to
express praise for answered prayers Sue, myself and the kids looked at
each other and my daughter Michelle stood and walked to the podium.
She said, "I have a thankful message for my dad." Two months ago, my
dad Tom, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely
crushed. The pain was excruciating for my dad 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
imagined the pain that I must have experienced.
"My dad was unable to walk, sit or bend over to give us a hug,
Michelle went on, "and every move caused him terrible, excruciating
"We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation, and it
turned out they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of my
dads scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place."
Sue and I looked at one another and we could hear the men in the
congregation cringe, gasp and squirm uncomfortably as they imagined
the horrible surgery performed on me.
"Now," she announced in a quivering voice, "thank the Lord, my dad is
out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum
should recover completely."
I didn't know what to do or say, Sue buried her head behind a hymnal.
I couldn't breathe. Michelle had already said it and I wanted to die
Michelle came back to where we were sitting.
The pastor rose, thanked Michelle for her thoughtfulness and tentatively
asked if anyone else had something to say.
I had to say something, so I stood up and walked slowly to the podium.
I said, "I'm Tom, Michelle's dad."
The entire congregation held its breath
"I just want to tell my daughter"...
...the word is STERNUM. Not Scrotum, but STERNUM.....