Last night we walked ‘The Strip’
of Las Vegas. It was unreal! I don’t think I have ever been to such an
obscenely materialistic, over-the-top place in my life; and whilst it was an
eye-opener, its certainly not a place I’m inclined to come back to.
I guess some of the other people
walking about might have been just observing, like we were, but certainly most
were there for gambling, drinking and all the associated activities. The hotels
are ridiculously massive, with casinos, eating places and shops filling their
lower levels. People wander about scantily dressed, and music blares out from
the different buildings, competing with the place next door.
The whole place oozes
excessiveness – and it made me yearn to be back amidst the simplicity of life
that I have witnessed in some of the other countries I’ve visited. People who
recognize that life isn’t just about the here and now, but that there is a more
eternal perspective that gives them hope amidst the poverty and toughness of
their life.
Whilst the people I saw last
night seemed to be putting all their focus into making as much money as
possible, and gaining security in that way, so the folks I’ve met through CRED
visits have a much healthier focus on life, and one that I am much more in tune
with.
Las Vegas is a degrading place in
many ways, and one aspect that really hit me was the number of people standing
on the street handing out cards for ‘escorts’ and girls for the night. After my
time with Women At Risk, and hearing the stories of the ladies there, I found
myself wondering what the stories were of the girls waiting in their rooms, for
the call, to go and spend a night entertaining a strange man. Had any of those
girls gone into that profession voluntarily? Or were they the victims of
trafficking, and abduction? And even if they had gone into it voluntarily, how
many still wanted to be there, being defiled and abused, night after night?
Thankfully we are moving on
today, through Death Valley to the Sierra Mountains of California – back to
incredible vistas and evidence of the majesty of God’s creative might.
In some ways I’m glad we came to
Vegas – to see, to give food for thought, and to instill deeper appreciation
for, and reason to pursue, the simpler life. But I’ll not be hurrying back
here!
I agree with your thoughts. Movies make it seem like prostitutes are there because they want to be and they have a great life. But it must be terrible to be used like that. Did you know that on the popular video game (that a lot of teen boys play!) Grand Theft Auto - you have to kill a prostitute (shoot her as she gets in your car) in order to win the game? It makes me so sad, and so afraid for the next generation.
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