We all like to be chased. At some point in our lives, we all want the phone to ring. We want to be asked to a party or to be included an activity with the in crowd. Most women desire to be pursued by their Romeo, and men look for a glance from their Juliet. Little kids like to be chased by a parent or older sibling. There is something deep within us that longs for someone to care enough to chase after us.
While waiting for my flight the other day, I noticed this human tendency. I watched a little boy play catch-me-if-you-can with his father. The boy would hide behind a sign and run underneath the monitor display. All I could see was the father’s feet as he changed direction. Each time he moved, the boy would run the other way. But the boy never got far without looking back to see if he was being chased. It was a game, and the objective was to be chased. They seemed to play this game for several minutes. And every time the father started the chase again, the boy would laugh and smile with excitement.
I learned a lot about myself while watching this scene play out at LAX airport. Just like this little boy, I desire to be chased. From friends to family to most importantly God, I value the times when someone thinks enough about me to initiate contact. This reality can be hard to grasp with God because it can be easy to miss how God runs after us in everyday experiences of life. The chase is easier to notice when we see it with our eyes. It is not that God needs us or gives chase to fulfill something that is lacking in Himself. No, He does it because He loves us and longs to engage with us. God knows enough to give us some space so that we look back. Just as that little boy demonstrated, looking back is critical for us to realize the joy of the chase.
I couldn’t help but wonder how long this game would last between this man and child. Would it end in a year or so? Would this same passion and desire for the chase be there as the boy reaches his teenage years? Why is it that the chase is so easy when we are children? But we grow up and become disillusioned. We lose our innocence and playfulness. Why does a father begin to think he can no longer connect with his son? Why does a teenager start believing that his dad can never relate to his experiences?
I think we all could learn something from this little boy. The chase is life.
Ready. Set. Go!