A funny thing happened to us
the other day as we hopped out
of the bed to get ready for work.
We inadvertently stepped on a
sewing needle securely hidden within
the shallow confines of our thread-bare
Thinking we had removed all of the needle,
we went on to work.
After two full days of continually standing
on our feet, the Lord suggested (through the
marvelous revelation of pain) that we quickly
visit our family doctor. He looked at our red
puffy foot and suggested x-raying.
Withing five minutes we were able to see
the clear outline of the eye-end half of the
sewing needle comfortably lodged a few
centimeters under our epidermis.
(Man looketh upon the outward foot; but
the x-ray machine looketh inward on our
muscle and bone).
By the time the surgery was completed,
our doctor proved to be the proverbial cut
up. Needle-less to say, he left us in stitches.
(Written in 1977)