“Catching Him. Really, it’s an impossible phrase.

We can no more catch Him than the east can catch the west; they’re too far removed from each other. It’s like playing chase with my daughter. I really don’t have to run. I just artfully dodge this way and then that, and she can’t even touch me, because a six-year-old can’t catch an adult. But that’s really not the purpose of the game, because a few minutes into it, she laughingly says, “Oh, Daddy,” and it’s at that moment that she captures my heart, if not my presence or body. And then I turn and she’s no longer chasing me, but I’m chasing her, and I catch her and we tumble in the grass with hugs and kisses. The pursuer becomes the pursued.”