There was a Scottish painter named\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the Lutheran\u00a0Church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings.<\/p>\n
Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried:\u00a0 “Oh, God,\u00a0Oh God,\u00a0forgive me; what should I do?”<\/p>\n
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke..<\/p>\n
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“Repaint! Repaint!\u00a0 And thin no more!”<\/p>\n
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(ed. \u2013 This smile was passed along by friend Mike Siatras of Ottawa. Thank you Mike!)<\/em><\/p>\n