As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the
Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on one of their
biggest buildings.
Wayne put in a bid and because his price was so low he got the job.
So he set about erecting the scaffolding, setting up the planks, and
buying the paint. Yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.
Well, Wayne 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 Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn
among the grave stones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and
useless paint.
Wayne was no fool! He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he
got down on his knees and cried: "Oh, God, forgive me; what should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!".
