There was a Scottish house-painter named Ewan MacGregor who, being very good at stretching a penny, often thinned his paint to make it go further.
One day, the local church decided to do a big restoration job on their house of worship.
Ewen submitted the lowest bid, and got the job. He erected the scaffolding, set up his ladders, bought the paint and, as usual, thinned it with turpentine.
A few weeks later, the job was nearly completed. Ewen was up on the scaffolding, painting away when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder! The sky opened, and rain poured down in a deluge. It washed the skimpy paint off the whole church and knocked Ewen from the scaffold. He fell onto the churchyard grass among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and ineffective paint.
Ewen 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….
“Repaint!”
“Repaint!”
“And thin no more!”
~Joan 
