| Thinning Paint There was a tradesman, a painter called Harry, who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often would thin his paint to make it go a wee bit further. He got away with this for some time. Eventually a church decided to do a big restoration job on the painting of one of their biggest churches. Harry put in a bid and got the job because his price was so low. He set to erecting the trestles, setting up the planks, buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with the turpentine. Well, Harry was up on the scaffolding painting away, with 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 and knocking Harry clear off the scaffold. He landed on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint. Harry 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... (You're gonna love this) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!" |