When I traveled to the Holy Land, the flight departed from New York in the middle of the night.
The plane was full of Hasidic Jews.
It wasn’t long before everyone dozed off. But we were flying towards the sunrise.
As soon as sunlight cracked over the horizon, the Hasids were on their feet bowing and praying feverishly.
It was 2 o’clock in the morning, Eastern Time. I was out of my mind with tiredness.
But I pulled out my breviary and started my prayers for the day anyway.
I did not want the Jews to get a jump on me.
Father Mark White Blog 
This reminds me of Mathew 20:1-16 the parable of the laborers in the vineyard. Praise God! How generous God is to the first and the last.