The Day of Reckoning
A Scottish painter named Smokey McGregor was
interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down
his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
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 the biggest buildings. Smokey
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 his planks, and
buying the paint and yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
Well Smokey 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 Smokey clear off the
scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by
tell-tale puddles of thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no
fool. He knew this was a judgement from the almighty, so he got down on
his knees and cried: Oh God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?” And
from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke:
“Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!”