Last night I got a call from one of my sister. She and her family are on a trip to California, by way of Las Vegas in order to see her son who works in one of the large, glamorous hotel/casinos. Like most first-time visitors my sister was awe-struck by the dazzling lights, the dancing fountains and massive buildings all created for pleasure. But it didn’t take long for reality to sink it.
As she and her family strolled the Vegas strip they were confronted repeatedly by people saying, “We can have a girl to your room in 20 minutes,” after which the “salesperson” would thrust something into your hand–it wasn’t a business card, it was a condom. Most visitors are not interested in the offer, so the sidewalks are literally littered with condoms wrappers. My sister’s son also told her the secret behind many of the glamorous looking storefronts. Store owners gilt any surface possible and invest in a few pieces of high end merchandise to create the illusion of decadence that will draw buyers in, if only to look, but inside there’s nothing but tacky, overpriced junk. It’s all fluff and no real stuff. Maybe it’s just as well that whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
I’m not sure which is scarier–our ability to be sucked in by shiny lights and flashy objects or God’s ability to see through it in an instant. I’m glad God is loving enough to be patient with our weakness and just enough not to put up with it.