I was at Alcatraz a few years ago and could not figure out why there was graffiti all over the island's signs...
Needless to say, I missed out on a pretty interesting history lesson until about 3/4 through the day. I'll let you do your own research.
I think of the rare, neglected and strangely beautiful place here and there. I was interesting and strange with all kinds of things to look at and read. There is a strange Gothic vibe in many of the pictures from there. And of course a sorted history, full of violence and protests.
I'm glad I don't know too much about violence or protests, I don't really understand either...and I'm thankful for that. In some way I think it also dulls my capacity to understand my need for a Christ figure, too.
Without a desperate need in your life, there is no desperate action toward saving grace. I appreciate what I know and who I believe Jesus to be but I am not sure I, as an American, know Jesus in the same way other people in the world do.
