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There was a tradesman, a painter called Wayne, who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he would often 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, & because his price was so low, he got the job.
Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, & the sky opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from all over the church & knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned & useless paint.
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgement from the Almighty, so he got on his knees & cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
(Hang on, it's coming...)
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!''
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, & because his price was so low, he got the job.
Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, & the sky opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from all over the church & knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned & useless paint.
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgement from the Almighty, so he got on his knees & cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
(Hang on, it's coming...)
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!''
