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There was a
Scottish tradesman, a painter called Jock, who was very interested in
making a pound where he could, so he often would thin down paint to make
it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the
Presbyterian Church decided to do a big restoration job on the roof of one
their biggest churches. Jock put in a 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
setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, we're sorry to say,
thinning it down with the turpentine.
Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly done,
when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened
and the rain poured down, washing the paint from all over the church and
knocking Jock fair off the scaffold to land on 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: "Repaint! Repaint and
thin no more!" |
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