Many of us make pursuit a way of life. We have chief pursuits and frivolous ones. We pursue relationships, goals, and careers while on the side pursuing leisure activities, hobbies, or passion projects. We pursue wealth and financial freedom, perhaps like a predator pursuing prey. We entertain ourselves with movies and true crime podcasts in which a revengeful individual hotly pursues a perceived enemy or the police carry out a high-speed pursuit of a suspect. Citizens of the United States hold the pursuit of happiness as an unalienable right, all well and good until individual happiness becomes an obstacle to the pursuit of liberty and justice for all. Everyday we’re hustling in pursuit of something.
What if we’ve got it all backwards? What if it’s not about our pursuits, but about the One who pursues us?
I’m honored to have an article I wrote in Fathom Mag‘s 50th issue. It begins with our seven-year-old son lost in Yosemite National Park and the all-in pursuit to bring him back to us safely. It’s one of our family’s most dramatic stories, and it points to a much bigger true love story.
I’d be honored if you’d take six minutes to read it, and maybe one more to share it with someone else who needs encouragement.
