I almost sat in it.
We had come to this skatepark because the one closest to home was closed…locked up “because of vandalism”.
This park was open, but had been far more “vandalized’ than the one we were locked out of.
The bowls were full of painted on graffiti and obscenities, there was garbage everywhere and it was in a general state of disrepair.
To top it all off, someone had defecated directly upon the bleachers.
You may now thank me for not attaching an image…
The crowd of kids we were used to seeing were gone, replaced by just a few who lived nearby and had no other place to go.
The rest of the park, the part where adults meander (and churches hold open air services) was well kept up and lovely as usual.
My son made a few desultory runs and then we too, left the park.
As we left, my thoughts turned to the pile left on the bleachers.
Why would someone do that?
There’s a bathroom fifty feet away and lots and trees and shrubbery if you prefer a natural setting to relieve yourself in.
Someone was making a statement…or leaving a comment about a statement already made.
Perhaps someone was leaving a comment about being invisible to the rest of the society in that place, a comment about what their perceived worth is to the polite society that borders them.
Perhaps they were commenting on the parents who never are there or the church that meets in big numbers fifty yards away, but whose members never stain their garments by coming by to offer what they claim they possess.
Perhaps they were leaving a comment about the fact that so many people wish they would disappear… and they feel like they already have.
Whatever that person was saying, we don’t want to hear it, not even in the church.
We’ll wait until they fit into the jail ministry, then we’ll listen.
Jesus never said anything about visiting those in the skateboard park…He’d rather you wait, I guess.
Make your own application…