Eternity Is In The Air

Last year, a woman contributed the following real-life anecdote to the New York Times weekly “Metropolitan Diary” column:

Dear Diary: It was a day when the threat of rain hung in the air. I drove up to a drive-through market in Stony Brook, L.I., to buy milk and was waited on by a man wearing a turban. Handing me my change through the car window, he said, with the trace of an Indian accent, “Ah! The smell of eternity is in the air.”

I was impressed, assuming his mystical words were either the Indian equivalent of “It feels like rain,” or a philosophical observation akin to “The end is near.” I smiled politely and said nothing.

But he continued. “Eternity,” he repeated. “Aren’t you wearing Eternity Cologne?”1

Today is Easter Sunday and the smell of eternity is in the air. Christ is risen! Death is overcome! The promise of eternal life has been signed, sealed and delivered. Try to picture the…