“Jason was here”

Truth, no doubt.

If we trust the spray painted lettering on the wall.

And if we can’t have confidence in graffiti

…we’re in sad shape indeed.

Jason’s proclamation stirs me deeply.

I want to know his motives.

Maybe this is one of several Jasons I know.

If that’s true, he could have called me.

“Hey John! It’s Jason. I’m here. Standing at a wall.”

Okay. Cool.

Or, he could just tape his photo to the wall.

…include his address

…social security number.

Then he wouldn’t need a painted message.

Look!  Jason was here!

I’d recognize that grin anywhere!

What’s so special about here?

He was elsewhere too.

He followed some route to arrive “here”.

Jason was here…and here…and here…

Those travels are not chronicled.

Why is “here” worthy of an act of vandalism?

What are you telling us, Jason?

I’m “here” too.

I don’t feel a need to deface this location.

Was Jason kidnapped?

Is this a clue for the search party?

“…You’re on the right track!”

Or is Jason just introducing himself to the world?

If that’s it…this fails.

The information is too vague.

He should paint specific details about himself.

“Jason enjoys seafood.”

“Jason collects stamps.”

Perhaps list his allergies for emergency purposes.

“Jason is lactose intolerant.”

We can, however, make some inferences.

There are implied messages in this graffiti.

“Jason isn’t super creative.”

“Jason has poor handwriting.”

“Jason has no respect for other people’s property.”

Anyone who is among the living has hope—even a live dog is better off than a dead lion!

For the living know that they will die,

but the dead know nothing;

they have no further reward,

and even the memory of them is forgotten.

Ecclesiastes 9:3