The pastor asked the  congregation if anyone wished to express praise for  answered  prayers. Judy Smith stood and walked to the  podium. She said, "I have a praise. Two months ago,  my husband, Tom, 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 a  muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as  they imagined the pain that poor Tom must have experienced.  "Tom was unable to  hold me or the children," she went on,  "and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the  doctors performed a delicate operation, and it turned out  they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Tom's  scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in  place."   Again, the men in the congregation cringed and  squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible  surgery performed on Tom. "Now," she announced in a  quivering voice, "thank the Lord, Tom is 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  and tentatively asked if anyone  else had something to  say. A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium. He  said, "I'm Tom Smith."  The entire congregation held its  breath. "I just want to tell my wife the word is  sternum."