Vegas. A city crowded with eye popping spectacle. A hotel that looks like it was built around the Eiffel Towel. Another that has a roller coaster charging through it. A water show with water shooting as high as the hotel as it dances to music by Shania Twain or Josh Grobin. There are premiere shows everywhere if you are willing to pay the incredible prices. So many awesome things to see and experience.

There was one thing that I didn't think I needed to experience. I was warned about but didn't understand it until I was walking on the strip. Walking past the Paris hotel toward the all of the other grandiose sites, my ears were drawn to a crisp, popping sound. As soon as it registered, I braced myself. Men were lining the sidewalk trying to hand out playing cards. They had the popping of the cards down to perfection; drawing your ears then eyes to what they wanted you to see. Many people not knowing what the cards were, took them, checked them, then with looks of shock or disgust, tossed them on the ground. The sidewalk was covered with them. These thin pieces of cardboard bore the images of prostitutes along with their measurements, "services", and fees.

When I was told about it before I left, I completed expected to feel angry and disgusted. As my eyes fell to ground looking at the litter, I wasn't disgusted, or angry, or even slightly irritated. I was instead overwhelmed with sadness and love. These women, and the men "selling" them, are God's creation and are loved by Him just as much as I am. I looked into the faces of a few men who were trying so hard to get people to take their advertisements. Instead of seeing evil creatures, I saw empty, searching hearts. I saw the eyes of desperate, hurting souls.

I brushed away the tears as I walked away. These people were not litter. They were people Christ died for...just like me.