Wherever and however quickly Thompson fled, God was the same distance behind him - never overtaking him but always there the moment Thompson quit running to things he thought would satisfy him.
Isn't it exactly the same for all of us? Our Father never, ever stops pursuing us with what John Wesley called prevenient grace. I'm glad He didn't stop pursuing me - like a Hound in pursuit of prey - with a persevering focus that nothing can distract.
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If you are interested in re-writing the poem to fit with the postmodern pursuits of man (e.g. greed, sex, power, money, drugs, escapism, etc.), shoot me an E-mail with your results and I might publish them on this site.
