The Painter

There was a tradesman, a painter called Jock, who was very interested in

making a buck 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 a

local Church decided to do a big restoration job on the roof of one their

building. 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, I am 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 the

rain poured down, washing the thin 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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