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by Sunsilver on 28 July 2012 - 06:07
A man named Stan has worked all his life as a painter. However, he cheats his customers by thinning the paint. This not only saves him money, it guarantees the paint won't last as long, and he'lll get a lot more repeat business.
One day, he is hired by a local church to repaint their steeple. He's up on a scaffold, over 100 feet in the air, when a storm comes up very suddenly. Before he can lower himself safely to the ground, the scaffold twists in the wind, jamming the ropes, and threatening to send him plummeting to the ground.
"Oh God! HELP!" Stan exclaims in terror, clinging to the ropes of the scaffold for dear life.
Suddenly, the wind stops, and a deep voice says "Yes? You called?"
Stan looks around for the source of the voice, but he is all alone.
The voice continues, "You, a self-confessed atheist, are calling on me, God, to help you out of this pickle and save your life?"
The painter is now not only in fear for his life, but in fear for his soul as well. 'Oh God," he babbles, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I really didn't think you existed until jiust now! I had not proof! Please, please tell me what I must do to be saved, and I promise, I'll go to church every Sunday, and pray daily for the rest of my life! Please, just tell me, what must I do?
There's a moment of silence, then the mighty voice thunders: "REPAINT! REPAINT! AND THIN NO MORE!"
One day, he is hired by a local church to repaint their steeple. He's up on a scaffold, over 100 feet in the air, when a storm comes up very suddenly. Before he can lower himself safely to the ground, the scaffold twists in the wind, jamming the ropes, and threatening to send him plummeting to the ground.
"Oh God! HELP!" Stan exclaims in terror, clinging to the ropes of the scaffold for dear life.
Suddenly, the wind stops, and a deep voice says "Yes? You called?"
Stan looks around for the source of the voice, but he is all alone.
The voice continues, "You, a self-confessed atheist, are calling on me, God, to help you out of this pickle and save your life?"
The painter is now not only in fear for his life, but in fear for his soul as well. 'Oh God," he babbles, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I really didn't think you existed until jiust now! I had not proof! Please, please tell me what I must do to be saved, and I promise, I'll go to church every Sunday, and pray daily for the rest of my life! Please, just tell me, what must I do?
There's a moment of silence, then the mighty voice thunders: "REPAINT! REPAINT! AND THIN NO MORE!"
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