A MOTHER was startled one day by her little boy abruptly asking― “Mother, what is the meaning of eternity?” “Well, my boy, what do you want to know about eternity?”
“Mother, I want to know how many years are there in eternity?”
“My dear boy, I cannot measure the vastness of eternity; I cannot count out its endless ages; man cannot describe its space. Man can tell with tolerable certainty the distance from the earth to the sun, but with all his power of intellect man cannot comprehend eternity―it is from everlasting to everlasting.”
Ask yourself, my reader, “Where must I spend eternity?” Were you to live to be a hundred years old, you must after that enter eternity. J. C.