Perhaps you have heard of the man known as Mr. Eternity who lived in Australia a few years ago. Early in life he was an alcoholic derelict who before reaching middle age was converted through a rescue mission and later himself became a street-corner evangelist, Shortly after his conversion, he heard a sermon entitled "Echoes of Eternity." He was so captivated by the importance of the word "eternity" that he began using his free time to spread the one-word message across Sidney. "Eternity went ringing through my brain. Even though I could scarcely write my own name, I felt the divine urge to write this word."

So, fifty times a day for over thirty years, he wrote "eternity" on the sidewalks of Sidney, usually in the early morning, with white chalk and with faultless script. When he passed away, the Sidney morning newspaper carried a story of this unusual man who had chalked "eternity" on the city streets over half a million times in that metropolis of significant population. The thought of eternity does impress upon us the seriousness with which we must regard our soul.