I was on a plane that raced the setting sun on Friday. It took off from the Pacific ocean at 1:50 CDT, landed in Atlanta at 9:30pm EDT. I was so tired, but set an alarm to wake me up so I could watch the rapid sunset. It was mostly a test to make sure life was still meaningless without Jesus.
Stuff like that makes me look at the people who say life is meaningless without believing a guy rose from the dead and sympathize with them for all they must be missing. And to think: Jesus is what they say gives their life meaning.