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There was a Scottish
tradesman, a painter called Jack, who was very interested in making a
pound where he could. So he often would thin down his paint to make it
go a wee bit further. As it happened, he got away with this for some
time.
Eventually the Presbyterian Church decided to do a big restoration job
on one of their biggest churches. Jack put in a painting bid and
because his price was so competitive, he got the job. And so he set
to, with a right good will, erecting the trestles and putting up the
planks, and buying the paint and...yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it
down with the turpentine.
Well, Jack was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
done, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky
opened and the rain poured down, washing the thin paint from all over
the church and knocking Jock fair off the scaffold to land on the
lawn.
Now, Jack was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty,
so he fell on his knees and cried, "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I
do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty Voice was heard to say, "Repaint!
Repaint! And thin no more!" |