Wayne the Painter

There was a tradesman, a painter called Wayne, 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. Wayne 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, Wayne 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 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 on his knees and cried:

"Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do now?"

And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...

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(you're going to love this)

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"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"