Witnessing in Las Vegas

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Jones and Georgia need new shoes for school.

Bear with me.  Some of the upcoming posts may not be in chronological order, but twenty years from now when my kids are reading this stuff it won't really matter.

Last month was the Brown/Scott Vegas Vacation 2.0.  We had great times, ate a lot of great food, and made good memories. 

Some of you have seen the "I Love My Wife/ I Love My Husband" t-shirts that Leslie and I got a few months ago.  Well, I wore mine the day we traveled to Vegas.  I wore it on purpose.  Armed with my shirt and a story about how it was the first just-the-two-of us get away my wife had had in almost three years (true story) I had the intention of getting an upgrade to a suite at check-in.  We didn't get a suite, but we did get upgraded to a strip view room and the desk clerk surprised us by sending a chilled bottle of champagne to our room along with a nice card.

Later that afternoon Ryan and I sat down at a blackjack table.  I was still wearing my shirt.  As we sat down the dealer said to another player at the table, "I like his shirt better than yours."

We looked over at the other player, a guy in his early 20's who was wearing a t-shirt that said "I Recycle Women".  I asked him what it meant and he said, "You know, I just hook up with them, use them, and put them back into the pool."

All I could say was, "Hm."

Then the dealer asked me if I really did love my wife.  Ryan and I both told her that we did love our wives, and that we had each been married for 8 years.

From the table chit-chat it was revealed that the recycles women guy was in town with his family for his cousin's wedding.  I asked him if she had been recycled.  He didn't say much in response.  "Well, what about your sister?", I asked.  He kind of backpedaled as he stumbled through his response to that, but I think he got my point.  All women are special to someone.  They are sisters, daughters, and mothers and are to be honored.  Not recycled.

After he left the table it was just Ryan and I with the dealer.  She told us that she appreciated our response to that guy and that she was happy that we were there with our wives and were proud to profess our love for them. 

Soon after, she dealt Ryan a Blackjack.  As she paid him, Ryan said,  "The Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make his face to shine upon you..."  

She said, "Thank you for that blessing.  Numbers 6 right?", naming the book and chapter that Ryan was quoting.

"Yes, it is." he said.

"Are you believers?", she asked.

We told her that we were, that we had met at a Lubbock Christian University, and a little more about ourselves and our wives. She told us how refreshing it was to see Christians in her line of work who were not so uptight that they couldn't come to Vegas and have a good time, but were not ashamed of their faith while there either.

I hope we brought a little bit of blessing into her life that day.  I know she brought a lot into mine.  

*Leslie will share Vegas pictures soon.

**To hear about some of the food we ate, check out Break the Chain.  Break the Chain is a new radio talk show that is taking the New Mexican airwaves by storm.  Some of our food experiences were featured on the July 31st episode.

***If you're interested in getting your own, we got our "I Love My Husband/Wife" t-shirts from Francesca Battistelli's website.  I'm not into pushy/preachy t-shirts, but these have been great conversation starters.