touching moments

On my way to work I stopped to get one of my life's greatest vices... known on Wall Street as SBUX. While waiting for my said drink, I spotted the front page of the NYT and started reading their front page story about Atlantic City and its dissaryed nature, particularly issues with prostitution. This story really moved me and I thought about what I had read during my entire drive to the hospital. I really had a hard time grappling with the reality of the lonliness of the women and the hallowness of what is pursued out of the depravity of the world. I couldn't bring myself to turn on the radio or listen to the CDs I had with me. One of my favorite songs titled Save Me by Ben and Robin Pasley has the following lyrics that rang in my head all day:

Save me, Oh, God

For the waters have come up to my neck

And I am sinking to the bottom where I cannot stand

I am calling to You, can You hear my cry?

Save me, Oh, God

I have wandered and I cannot find your hand

I am looking for your Father, but my eyes fail

I am calling to You, can You hear my cry?

People's actions are oftening crying out for something, someone, anything to save them. It made me wonder if I adequately cry out to God to be my daily rescue. I need Him and I need to tell others that they need Him too.

Here is the lede to the story from today's NYT... I wanted to copy it on to the blog b/c you can't access old Times articles.

By DAVID KOCIENIEWSKI and SERGE F. KOVALESKI
Published: December 5, 2006
ATLANTIC CITY, Dec. 3 — In this seaside resort town where vice has long been a lucrative commodity, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about four crack-addled prostitutes who lost the struggle to survive in the underground economy that flourishes alongside the shimmering casinos.

The depressingly sad story is written with amazing tone and clarity. I plan to write the author, David Kocieniewski, an e-mail telling him how powerful I thought his reporting is in the story.