My wife and I are in Las Vegas. We left our home Tuesday morning, leaving Grandma in charge with the kids. Who got the better end of this deal?
Wednesday morning, we awoke to clouds, snow flurries, and then rain. It was very cold and the tv stations were just in shock that there was a brief moment of snow. However, it turned to rain and then the sun came out, and the forecast is for 90 by the weekend. I heard one weatherman say he never had seen snow and 90 degrees in one week.
As I have been making my way around the strip, I just feel odd. This is not where I belong. Many of the dudes here are like vultures looking for a dead carcass. Some of the females are begging to be hunted. People are feeding the one armed bandits and gaming tables looking for their fortune. It’s just a different environment, and one that I fail to see any glory of God in.
Before you wonder, well why did you choose to vacation in Vegas? I didn’t. My wife and I are down here for a convention. This was not my choice of destinations. However, it is a fascinating place to people watch. You have to walk through the Casino to get anywhere. I have yet to gamble one penny. I farm why should I gambe here? But watching people is interesting.
For example, this street performer is interesting.
But, later that night, I saw something I didn’t think existed down here on the Las Vegas strip. I had heard of “Hookers for Jesus” working here to help get ladies out of that lifestyle. I didn’t think I would see much of Jesus’ representatives here.
But as we were walking to supper last night, there was a group of college kids in a huddle. They were getting ready to spread out and just see who they could impact. A couple of them were holding crosses. I didn’t ask what church or affiliation they were with. Frankly, I didn’t care because I was just amazed that someone was daring to battle on these grounds. I was thinking, “you kids ain’t got a chance in this environment”. But then they did something that proved to me, they have something bigger on their side.
It may be hard to tell, but I snapped this right after they were done praying. Who ever heard of praying in the Devils own front lawn? Right on the grounds of the MGM, right out in public. I admire their faith.
And sometimes we’re afraid to talk to our neighbor…