Before the pandemic, a couple of kids in my congregation would come to the church early with their dad, who had praise band practice. If I was free–and because I am organized and prepared usually always, I was–we’d play chess. That is, I’d play both of them at once–though the younger brother played more in order to lose and raid the consolation candy drawer.
His older brother is very smart and very spatial and has a knack for the game. (The younger brother is also very smart, chess just isn’t his thing. Yet?) So we’ve started playing by voice text, using algebraic notation.
I never thought it would be as fun as it is. I am flattered and honored that he initiated the game today–usually I’m harassing him (with his parents’ knowledge) to play a quick game. I won by the skin of my teeth, and told him so today. We’ll play again Monday, and I just can’t wait.