The procession departed without us.
We looked at one another in shock and panic, knowing that all of our sponsoring agencies wanted THAT shot. Without discussion or consensus, we all began sprinting toward the towering bridge.
The procession was nowhere to be seen, blocked by countless hundreds of tourists and those in procession.
We ran. We weaved. We apologetically plowed through the crowds.
And at about mid-span…
My eyes fell upon him, and gratitude filled my heart and soul.
Perhaps it’s a metaphor of sorts.
We were pursuing Christ.
Certainly, for the photo.
But maybe also so I could share this story.
We pursue him.
(Story continues below)
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But we don’t need to, because he pursues us.
We need only to stop and turn to him.
If only we would.
I can’t tell you how many times he’s “showed up” when I needed him…
Which is always.
But if only we stop and turn to him.
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