Bob was contracted to paint the old church. To increase his profit a little, he thinned the paint. Just as Bob was finishing up the job and loading up his truck, dark storm clouds quickly appeared. It rained hard for a few minutes, and the fresh coat of paint started to run down the sides of the church in ugly streaks. Then the clouds suddenly parted with this golden ray of sun shining upon Bob. He heard a commanding voice say, “Bob, repaint and thin no more.”