Cry Sunday

"Cry Sunday"

A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony
Meeting, or as some churches call it, "Cry Sunday",
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 G~d go I."

Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure
stood up in 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!"
Received on Mon Jul 9 01:31:06 2007