There  was a Scottish painter named   Wayne   who was very interested in making a penny  where he could, so he often thinned down his  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 outside of  one of their biggest  buildings.

    Wayne put in a bid, and,  because his price was so low, he got the  job.

    So  he set about erecting the scaffolding 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, the sky opened, and 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 down 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!"