It was November, 1942. The city was Sydney, Australia. The man was Arthur Stace, a WWI veteran and a homeless alcoholic. On a Sunday night, Stace stumbled into a small church, where he heard a simple message on eternity from the pastor, John Ridley. That night, Stace made a course correction, with eternity on his mind. He dedicated the rest of his life to doing what he could to help people find the God who had found him.
Every day, for more than 25 years, he rose early, had a cup of tea, then went into the streets of Sydney with a piece of chalk, and he wrote the word “eternity” thousands of times. As the city awoke, they saw it everywhere.
Today, in a certain government building, you can still look up and still see “eternity” scribed inside a tower overhead.
Stace died in 1967 at age 83, but his legacy lives on. His gravestone reads, “Arthur Malcolm Stace – Mr. Eternity.”
He wrote the word 500,000 times. And 30 years after his death, in his honor, Australia hosted the Olympics under the banner of the theme “ETERNITY.”
This life is so short. What matters is eternity. Just ask Mr. Stace.
Wise old Solomon said it like this. “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has set eternity in the hearts of men” (Ecclesiastes 3:11).