
Oscar A. Romero, was the Archbishop of San Salvador, in El Salvador, when he was assassinated on March 24, 1980, while celebrating Mass in a small chapel in a cancer hospital where he lived. He had always been close to his people, preached a prophetic gospel, denouncing the injustice in his country and supporting the development of popular and mass organizations. He became the voice of the Salvadoran people when all other channels of expression had been crushed by the repression.
I first read this poem a few years back when I was starting to cast doubt on the Evangelical tradition that I belong to, primarily because I feel so disenchanted with its “we're in/you're out” mentality that I feel seems to accentuate rescue from hell as the heart (or even totality?) of the Gospel.