Post by NancyMorse on Sept 1, 2002 16:07:58 GMT -6
The Painter
Angus the painter, being a thrifty Scotsman, was notorious for thinning his paint. Unfortunately, the deacons committee of the church in the next town did not know this about Angus, and hired him to repaint the church. In spite of this being the house of the Lord, Angus thinned his paint as usual. Up on the ladder on a beautiful clear day, a huge roll of thunder startled him, and a streak of lightning threw him off the ladder and into the churchyard cemetary. A downpour of heavy rain – a real gullywasher – fell, washing the thinned paint off the church. Angus, lying amidst the tombstones, was understandably afraid, and began to pray, not a habit for him, I’m sorry to say. “Lord, Lord, help me! What do You want me to do?” From the heavens came a voice like thunder, “Repaint! Repaint, and thin no more!”
Angus the painter, being a thrifty Scotsman, was notorious for thinning his paint. Unfortunately, the deacons committee of the church in the next town did not know this about Angus, and hired him to repaint the church. In spite of this being the house of the Lord, Angus thinned his paint as usual. Up on the ladder on a beautiful clear day, a huge roll of thunder startled him, and a streak of lightning threw him off the ladder and into the churchyard cemetary. A downpour of heavy rain – a real gullywasher – fell, washing the thinned paint off the church. Angus, lying amidst the tombstones, was understandably afraid, and began to pray, not a habit for him, I’m sorry to say. “Lord, Lord, help me! What do You want me to do?” From the heavens came a voice like thunder, “Repaint! Repaint, and thin no more!”
