The Painter

There was a painter named Smokey MacGregor who was very interested in making a penny where he could, so he often  thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit  further. 

 

As  it happened, he got away with this for some time, but  eventually the local church decided to do a big restoration  job on the outside of one of their 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 the  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 telltale puddles of the thinned and  useless paint.

 

Smokey  was no fool. He knew this was a judgment 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.  

 

(you're  going to love this)  

 

"Repaint! Repaint!  

And thin no more!"

  
"Blessed  are the cracked, for they are the ones who let in the  light."

 

Oh stop groaning!  You know you're going to send this on!!