God
& Paint
There
was a tradesman, a painter called Wayne, who was very interested in
making a penny where he could, so he often would thin down paint to
make it go a wee bit further.
As
it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the
Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the painting of
one of their biggest buildings. Wayne put in a bid, and because his
price was so low, he got the job.
And
so he set to erecting the trestles and setting up the planks, and
buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.
Well,
Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and
the sky opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from
all over the church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land
on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of
the thinned and useless paint.
Wayne
was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got
on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I
do?" And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
"Repaint!
Repaint! And thin no more!"
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