There was a tradesman, a
painter called Wayne, who was very interested in making a
penny where he could, and he would often thin down
paint to make it go a wee bit further. As you might
expect, he got away with this for some time.
one day the big, First Baptist Church decided to do a
restoration job on one of their biggest buildings. Wayne put
in a bid for the painting, and because his price
was so low, he got the job.
Soon 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
Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding,
painting away, the job nearly completed
there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened,
the rain poured down.
The rain came down
so hard it washed the thinned paint completely off the
church building and knocking Wayne clear off the
scaffold. He was dazed for a moment, but when he
came to, he was in the church
cemetery. There he lay, among the
gravestones, and 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! Please forgive me! What should I
And from the thunder, a mighty voice
Repaint! Repaint! And go thin no