The hardest part of travel for me is being away from my girls. While I was excited to see some friends from the other end of the country and to take a look at all kinds of outdoor and survival gear, even before I went to bed the first night in my hotel, I was already looking forward to seeing Jenny and Stella again.
One thing that made it even more challenging to be away
from Jenny and Stella was the way women are treated in Las Vegas. When you walk down the streets, you see what
look like newspaper boxes, but in reality they are stacks upon stacks of small
magazines offering you the woman of your choice. As you stroll to the convention center, men
and women stand on the sidewalks offering you business-sized cards telling you
how to have women delivered directly to your home or hotel room. Small pick-up trucks drive by with photos on
scantily-clad women on them - again advertising young women as"
available".
It's one thing to talk about men who view women in magazines or on the Internet and
saying that this is treating women as merely objects and not as human
beings. I whole-heartedly agree - it
is. But Las Vegas took this
commodification of women to an entirely new level. Here are the questions that came to my mind
as I grieved this reality:
1. What does it take to be a woman who ends up thinking
that selling one's own body is not only an option but possibly a good
option? How broken must this kind of
woman's self-image be? Where did her
family or her community or her church or her husband fall short in telling her that she is beautiful and
made in God's image?
2. What does it take to be a young woman standing on the
sidewalk handing out the escort service's advertising to passers-by? How does one reach the point where she thinks
that promoting the sale of her fellow females is justifiable?
3. What must it be like to be the mayor of Las
Vegas? The darkness that pervades this
town is what makes it tick, it is its very life-blood. How does one go home at night thinking that
you are a "public servant" when your political machine promotes what
it does?
As I walked to the convention center each morning, I prayed
for the women who were caught up in this sick and self-destructive
industry. I prayed for the local
churches that they would be a beacon of light in a dark city. I cannot express
how thankful I am to have my wife and daughter in my life and also how this
trip re-emphasized my call to guide and protect my family in the ways of
God.
- tC