Eternity
…when time, unmeasured by the clock, runs on into eternity…
From Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurl
Eternity. I think of it often and believe we all should.
Even though I have lived in Australia off and on for years now, I had never heard this story about Arthur Stace until a missionary visited Bethel Baptist and shared it, which I watched oddly enough, from Australia.
The story is well described in Wikipedia:
Stace was born in Redfern, New South Wales, in inner west Sydney on 9 February 1885. The fifth child of William Wood Stace, from Mauritius and Laura Stace (née Lewis), a child of alcoholics, he was brought up in poverty. In order to survive, he resorted to stealing bread and milk and searching for scraps of food in bins. By the age of 12, Stace, with virtually no formal schooling, and working in a coal mine, had become a ward of the state. As a teenager, he became an alcoholic and was subsequently sent to jail at 15. Afterwards, he worked as a “cockatoo” or a look-out for a Two-up “school”. In his twenties, he was a scout for his sisters’ brothels. In March 1916, at age 32, while working as labourer he enlisted for World War I with the Australian Imperial Force 19th Battalion 5th Brigade AIF, entering with the 16th Reinforcements, service number 5934. He suffered recurring bouts of bronchitis and pleurisy, which led to his medical discharge on 2 April 1919.
Stace converted to Christianity on the night of 6 August 1930, after hearing an inspirational sermon by the Reverend R. B. S. Hammond at St. Barnabas Church, Broadway. Inspired by the words, he became enamoured of the notion of eternity. Two years later, on 14 November 1932, Stace was further inspired by the preaching of evangelist John G. Ridley MC, on “The Echoes of Eternity” from Isaiah 57:15:
For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth Eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
Reverend John Ridley’s words, “Eternity, Eternity, I wish that I could sound or shout that word to everyone in the streets of Sydney. You’ve got to meet it, where will you spend Eternity?” proved crucial in Stace’s decision to tell others about his faith. In an interview, Stace said, “Eternity went ringing through my brain and suddenly I began crying and felt a powerful call from the Lord to write Eternity.” Even though he was illiterate and could hardly write his own name legibly, “the word ‘Eternity’ came out smoothly, in a beautiful copperplate script. I couldn’t understand it, and I still can’t.”
Several mornings a week for the next 35 years, Stace woke at 4am to go around the streets of Sydney and chalk the word “Eternity” on footpaths, doorsteps railway station entrances, and anywhere else he could think of. Workers arriving in the city would see the word freshly written, but not the writer, and “The man who writes Eternity” became a legend in Sydney. The Sydney City Council brought him to the attention of the police as they had rules about the defacing of pavements, so much so that he narrowly avoided arrest about twenty-four times. Each time he was caught, he responded with, “But I had permission from a higher source”. After eight or nine years, he tried to write something else, “Obey God” and then five years later, “God or Sin” but he could not bring himself to stop writing the word “Eternity”.
The mystery of “Mr Eternity” was solved after 27 years when Reverend Lisle M. Thompson, who preached at the church where Stace worked as a caretaker, saw him take a piece of chalk from his pocket and write the word on the footpath. Thompson wrote about Stace’s life and an interview was published in the Sydney Sunday Telegraph on 21 June 1956.
In 1963, photographer Trevor Dallen cornered Stace and asked to take a few pictures of him writing his famous phrase. After four photos, Dallen ran out of film and asked Stace to stay put while he got more, but upon his return, Stace had gone.
It is estimated that he wrote the word “Eternity” over half a million times over the 35 years.
Could we do such a thing today? In an age where graffiti and tattoos are so visible and welcomed, perhaps we should continue what Arthur Stace started.
“The essence of life is found in what lasts forever.” –
Pastor Jim.
