We went to Atlantic City last night to see the Christmas light show. While there I never fail to see the eyes of lost people all around me, trying to be something they are not. Young girls wearing dresses so tight that when they walk they inch up leaving very little to the imagination. Guys with their hot babe on their arm. What an empty existence. Tomorrow they will wake up to the same problems they had the day before, no closer to a solution, unless they hit it big on the gaming tables. But even that is only a temporary solution.
I like to go to AC to take in the sights and sounds. The old people furiously playing their favorite slot machine with the endless hope of hitting the right combination with each push of the button. The waitresses in the push up bras bringing mixed drinks to the patrons. The mind numbing noises from all the machinery; bells, whirling sounds, clanging, hooting and hollering, laughing, groaning ... just some of the sounds of a casino. I take in the scene and wonder how one would reach these people. To preach at them is useless. They would not listen. At least not in this environment. Perhaps praying for them would be the answer. That God would reveal Himself to each one of them in a personal way somewhere when the time was right. God would know, I can only hope to know. rlkeller
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