The Pursuit.

I ran. I could not stop running. There was something behind me something I feared for some reason. Up ahead were the cliffs. If I could get to those I would be safe, or so I thought. As I turned around a bend I stopped. There is front of me stood the Hunter. With his bow poised and ready for action he took a stance. Pulling back the bow he let the arrow fly. As it flew I heard words. Words that stabbed me to the core.
YOU ARENT WORTH ANYTHING. YOU HATE ME. I HATE MYSELF. YOU KNOW YOU ARE SUCH A JERK.
I hated it and ducked. Why was the Hunter in front of me?
Then I heard it a the cruch of leaves under soft boots. The HUnter was still in Pursuit!
Run, I told myself but I couldn't move. The man at the end of the path spoke, blackness came from his mouth each time he spoke.
" Come with me fool and be eaten."
I could only shake mt head. The Hunter drew nearer still. Again this ... man spoke," Come you fool and follow me into the abyss."
He eunuciated the last word with a slur. Then he appeared, fill;ed with his glory an all. He stood there and spoke in a beautifal langguage. The man at the end of the path ran off.
The Hunter said, " Come and follow me."


No man can come to me, except the Father that sent me draw him: and I will raise him up in the last day. John 6:44


God must pursue us before we can pursue him. This story is an allegory of this concept and how God saved us.

Do you feel God tugging on you to pursue him?

Is he pursuig you?