I can’t remember who taught me to play chess, but I was on the team at secondary school. As was my friend Mark, whose dad was Estonian, and Stefano, whose folks were Italian. The teacher who had a passion for chess happened to teach Russian! Perhaps it is in the genes.
I wasn’t that good, never read about chess, and as a team we never did that well, but we did get to tour local schools and use chess clocks! That made us feel very professional.
Chess is a way of thinking that I could never entirely wrap my head around, and though I know the moves, I have no feel for the game now. I suppose chess is a world you need to inhabit to play well on the squares, and to admire the games the masters play. To appreciate the subtlety of the ‘rules’ they can apply.
Life can seem like chess, sometimes. You seem to only have certain possible moves, and there’s a danger that an unforeseen set of opposing moves can leave you decimated. Some people live in that kind of fear, even if it is very unlikely to happen.
However, in life, unlike a game of chess, there is always an opportunity to start again. At least with God there is. You may need bailing out, and it may take time, and there is cost, but God promises to be our security if we turn to Him. If we are being pressed hard in the Christian life, he promises not to test us beyond our means, and to provide a way of escape.
There is something in the way He moves…