Isn't it good to know?

I wanted the train I was waiting for to just hit me and get it over with.

We get those moments. Despair. Loneliness. Emptiness. But this was something new. As I sat there, on the Amtrak platform, I was suddenly overwhelmed with . . . nothing. A crushing, blank burden. The feeling, the fear, that nothing was all there is, and all there is - is nothing. My head fell into my shaking hands, and I sobbed.

And I wanted it to rain.

A woman walked up and asked which train was coming next, and I wanted to punch her. "I don't know" I snarled. I wanted to say - can't you see that it doesn't matter? We could stand here on the platform for a week, a month, for ten years and it wouldn't make a difference.

That was months ago. This Summer was a constant struggle with coming to grips with the emptiness of life. I wanted something to tell me that I was wrong, there IS meaning to life. Today, I read Ecclesiastes. I was right after all.

And relief - sweet relief - is in those pages.

Nothing on earth will matter after you die. Only what you do for God counts.

Solomon was the wisest person who ever lived, if you believe the Bible, and I do. Read what He says about what life is really all about. Nothing is fair. Life makes no sense, God makes no sense, nothing lasts. Be free to enjoy what every day brings you, do not expect justice, and gauge your actions in light of eternity.