As I walked out of Diablos, I stared across the street at a red banner that covered an entire wall of a large hotel that said simply “Thou Shalt.” Walking down the strip, I overheard someone speaking on a microphone “Don’t repent just yet. Come in and get your ‘I have sinned’ t-shirt.” In most of the bars, girls danced on top of the bar in what could barely be defined as a bikini while guys gawked at whatever body parts were shaking. I wondered what I was doing here. The “city of sin” weighed down so heavily upon me that by the second day, I had to duck into bathrooms at the mall to cry and pray. I felt that I had made a mistake in coming, but prayed that God would give my presence meaning and joy.
Inside the club on the second night, I met a man who was born and raised in India. He asked me why I was only drinking water and this gave me the opportunity to tell him that I was a Christian. I ended up speaking with him for hours that night including a long walk home. He gave me great insight on the emptiness of a city so caught up in image. When you spend so much time worried about the outside, soon you become vacant on the inside. We had a long talk about true satisfaction and purpose. It was a great talk & a divine appointment.
The next night after seeing a show, I got the chance to walk the strip and people-watch. So many were caught up in drunkenness. I stared into one club watching the group of people dance. God began to speak to me. What is the purpose of dancing? To celebrate. What are they celebrating? The celebration of wasted life, wasted purpose. It grieved me. The next day, I walked over to the MGM Grande to see the Lion Exhibit. What God spoke to me here nearly brought me to my knees. As I stared at the beautiful Lion asleep in his ‘habitat’ at the hotel, God whispered, This is what this city has done to me. They have put me in a cage, compartmentalized and mocked. There is something so sad about God’s glory and power being constrained. Las Vegas let’s the power of sin reign throughout the city and in their lives while He is held behind a glass wall, pacing and majestic. It was a very sad revelation.
In the mall, a shirt hung on the display that stated “I