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...

(you're going to love this)








"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"