Las Vegas is interesting.  Everything is compelling.  Everywhere you look there’s something calling for your attention.  From all the bright colorful lights that illuminate the dark royal blue sky that hangs over everyone below.

People wander the streets that are filled with little pieces of discarded paper with pictures of naked women on them.  The souls of everyone’s sticky shoes reek of beer and urine while people gather with friends into massive casinos where they will give lots of money to the establishment based upon how bad they are at predicting the future.

Women will dance on bars in degrading ways which they will keep a secret to their not-born-yet kids because of the embarrassment.  Guys everywhere will drink just enough of a toxic substance until they lose control of their judgement and paralyze their short term memory.

And everyone does this with smiles on their faces.

Because what happens in Vegas…

stays in Vegas.

Most people premeditate doing things in this certain place that they would never want certain people to know about.

People are looking for a place to let go, a place to release.  People are looking for somewhere they can abandon the monotony and desert the mediocrity.  People hunt for excitement when their lives aren’t exciting.  People find ways to please themselves when they feel the pressure.

When people think the best way to break up the boredom of their repetitious life is by giving hard-earned wages to a life-stealing machine and supporting the degradation of women all while practicing short-term amnesia something is wrong.

When people are looking for something more and they turn to a city of sin something’s not right.  Most Christians will recline in obtuse postures as they point their fingers and shake their heads at all the sinners and heathens.  May I suggest that maybe the fingers shouldn’t be pointed outward…

but inward.

If people turn to sin to make their lives more exciting, then they haven’t been properly introduced to the most exciting, pressure-releasing, mediocrity killer of all.

May we fit into culture like we care about people, and may we stand out like we have something culture can’t offer.