Less than 48 hours after celebrating the birth of Jesus with my kids, I left them at home and went to Sin City. I don’t regret it for a single moment, because I learned a lot about how to honor God with my life.
It is never too late to have some fun
There is a lie in the Christian world that says fun is somehow sinful. That’s just not true. Fun is not inherently evil or good – it just is. Two people in Las Vegas reminded me on this.
The first was a man, probably in his seventies at the Fremont Street Experience dressed like Cupid, including the little wings on his back. He also sported heart tassels on his nipples and two extra cheeks to share with the world. He jeans had some extra air circulation action going on, because they were buttless. And he was having a great time.
And then there was the ninety-year-old woman outside Walgreen’s. She was pushing her (I assume) husband down the road, who seemed to be having the time of his life. Did I mention she was in a shimmery golden go-go dancer outfit? As I walked into the store, she was posing next to her husband, leg lifted over his lap, as a passerby took their photo.
I need to make room for more fun in my life. But I think I will pass on the air-conditioned britches and the go-go dress.
You can always tell when someone is comfortable in their shoes
I saw plenty of young ladies in their twenties dressed to party. Tanktops masquerading as dresses. It seemed the consistent plan was to wear lingerie with high heels and a smile. It was hard at first to tell who was new to the Vegas party scene, until I watched them walk.
Not since my senior prom have I seen so many ladies dressed to the hilt walk so uncomfortably. The three-inch tiptoe steps. The wobbly knees. The stiff smiles as they try to maintain their balance against the impossible odds of gravity.
I found myself thankful that clothes are simpler for a man, because seventy nine inches is a long way to fall. I also found myself hopeful I am walking well in the proverbial shoes of my life, rather than teetering and wobbling with a forced smile.
There is no place on this world that is bereft of God’s beauty and creativity
I felt surrounded by creativity and beauty the whole time I was in Las Vegas. And I am not talking about the dolled up women either.
The Dale Chihuly exhibit at the Bellagio is breath-taking. I never could have imagined blown glass could be so stunning. The image on the link does not compare to seeing it in person.
The photography from Peter Lik invites you to escape into another realm, and into new definitions of once-simple colors like blue and green. This man knows how to capture the beauty of God’s creation and frame it.
The Mandalay Bay Shark Reef Aquarium reminded me of my love for sea creatures. Such grace and majesty mixed with danger is contained in the amorphous shapes of the jellyfish, or the sleek but deadly movements of the great white sharks.
These moments have taught me to stop rushing through my life, but to instead slow down and seek out the beauty and presence of God. If He can be found in Sin City, surely I can find him in my daily life.