Here is some humor for a holiday weekend courtesy of my brother!
There was a painter named Smokey McGregor who was very interested in making a penny where he could. He often thinned down his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
He got away with this for some time but eventually the local church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of their biggest buildings.
Smokey put in a bid and because his price was so low, he got the job. He set about erecting the scaffolding, setting up the planks, and buying the paint. I am sorry to say, he thinned it down with turpentine. Smokey was up on the scaffolding painting with the job nearly completed when there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky opened and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all over the church.
Smokey was knocked clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.
Smokey 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!
“Blessed are the cracked, for they are the ones who let in the light.”