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There was a painter by the name of Jock, who was very interested in making a
penny where he could, so he often would thin his paint to make it go further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the Church
decided to do a big restoration job that involved the painting of one
of its biggest churches. Jock put in a bid, and because his price was so
low, he got the job.
He went about erecting the trestles and setting up the planks, and buying the
paint and, yes, thinning it down with the turpentine. Jock was up on the
scaffolding, painting away with the job nearly completed, when suddenly there
was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened.
The torrential rain washed the thinned paint off the church and knocked Jock
off the scaffold and on to the lawn, among the gravestones, surrounded by
telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Jock 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'll love this.... )
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Repaint! Repaint!
And thin no more!
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