Joseph, our
youngest, went with me to the grocery store to buy food for a delegation
supper. The night before Mike, Daniel,
Joseph and I had talked with a group of high school students from Houston about
our work, Nicaragua and poverty among many other topics.

What a
unique perspective! This was a brand new
concept to me…and one that rang ominously true.
The whole world
does refer to the U.S. as a superpower and most of the time this is not a good
term. I tend to think of
our nation as a
kind of Batman with more money than we really know what to do with so we end up
with the most sophisticated weapons…and then we sit down to play chess.
We set up
the pieces and we play with the world either watching or being part of the game
itself…and that is our superpower, to move the pieces on the board in the
manner we think is best.

Sacrificing
the “rooks” goes against the super hero code…it is the lowly and the vulnerable
who are saved by the Super Heroes. Chess
also goes against most religious beliefs and humanistic thinking.
Chess,
though a great game of logic and competition, is not a game for people to
live. It is not a game for those of us who
hold to the concept of the preferential option of the poor…that the poor are
loved and we are called to live our lives opting to side with the poor. The poor are not expendable. They have been sacrificed enough for power
and wealth and gain and the game needs to end a different way.
