Lazarus
15th May 2002, 21:09
There was a tradesman, a painter called Jock, who was
very interested in making a penny 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 Baptist Church decided to do a big
restoration job on the painting of one of their biggest
buildings. Jock put in a bid, and because his price
was so low, he got the job. And so 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
turpentine.
Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away,
the job nearly completed when suddenly there was a
horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened, the
rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from
all over the church and knocking Jock clear 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........
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"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!
very interested in making a penny 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 Baptist Church decided to do a big
restoration job on the painting of one of their biggest
buildings. Jock put in a bid, and because his price
was so low, he got the job. And so 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
turpentine.
Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away,
the job nearly completed when suddenly there was a
horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened, the
rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from
all over the church and knocking Jock clear 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!