Tales of the Naked City
The point is, ladies and gentlemen, that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right, greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind.
–Gordon Gekko, Wall Street
Las Vegas, the moral boneyard, the nexus of cardinal vice. Home of the most churches per capita, the highest population of reformed sinners, and some of the most devout of God's children. I was called here to shepherd the lost, the disenfranchised, those souls lured in by the pretty facade and gutted by the ugly reality. If you shake my family tree, you'll find pastors and shamen, soothsayers and faith healers, true believers and ruthless businessmen. We are the type of people that will assist you through your greatest highs and lowest lows but understand absolution comes at a price.
The streets of the Naked City, harsh and brutal, have become my chapel. My ministry was forged in a fire and confirmed in brimstone. Those derelicts, mostly forgotten and wholly ignored, have become my flock.
Mine to have. Mine to lead. Ultimately mine to proffer.
Tourist stay far away from the Naked City. The lights...the casinos...the sex...the booze is just enough to tempt them to explore the dark side, but they never stay. Their presence here is what I need to and quite frankly what it takes to keep the machine running.
Countless hours, never ending money, unfaltering empathy, and follow through. Everyone likes to talk the talk, but no one, and I mean not a living soul, is willing to walk the walk. There are children to be fed, elderly to be helped, a leaky roof to repair, and sermons to write. It takes more than I have, and more that you can imagine. But I take on that burden because the Lord helps those that help themselves. Favorable outcomes aren't about luck. It's the battle cry of the driven, the passionate.
While you leave the middle of nowhere and transport the same problems in your hometown to the streets of my city. We see you. The real you. The one too weak to hold the reins and steer your own life. Never fret I am a shepherd after all, and I will guide you straight to a level of hell reserved for sins of the deadly kind. Those that give root to all the others. I'll help you find the true face of God and when that angelic face morphs into your worst nightmare remember the earth provides enough for every man's needs but not for greed.