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 turpentine.
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!”