Randy, the painter, often thinned his paint to make it go further.

The Baptist Church decided to restore its biggest building. Randy put in a low bid and got the job. He bought the paint, and, yes, thinned it with turpentine.

Well, Randy was painting away, the job nearly completed, when suddenly there was a clap of thunder. The sky opened, and the rain poured down. It washed the thinned paint off the church. Randy fell from the scaffold, landing among the gravestones. He was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty. Randy raised his voice to the heavens, crying, “Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?”

And from above, a mighty voice roared: “Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!”