There was a tradesman, a painter named Jack, who was very interested in
making a dollar 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 local church decided to do a big restoration
project. Jack put in a painting bid and, because his price was so
competitive, he got the job. And so he started, erecting the scaffolding
and putting up the planks, and buying the paint and thinning it down with
turpentine. 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 away the thin paint from all over the
church and knocking Jack off the scaffold to land on the lawn. 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 spoke, "Repaint! Repaint! And thin
no more!"
