I’ve always felt the tug–the one that pulls you deeper into the adventure. I started noticing it when I was young and have been in tune with it ever since. By the age of seven I was leaping off cliffs into freezing Maine lakes and climbing back up to do it again. I would stand on my tip-toes to reach the required height to ride the fastest roller coasters. I remember dangling my legs off the edge of Preikestolen, one of the tallest cliff faces in Norway. To put it simply, Indiana Jones was my role model. With the temptation of adventure egging me on, I pursued instant gratification. But in the same way it comes, it also goes–in an instant.
There was still another pull that I’ve always been inclined to. This one is softer in many ways yet edgier in others. This pull sprouts from my soul and acts in rich, bold compassion. It is this draw that pushes me into the most sincere form of adventure–the highest form I’m expectant of encountering in this mortal life. It is life-changing and eternally impactful. This feat summons to be ventured daily; it brings more than a passing experience and never fails to become a good story. It defies odds and lives out the impossible. It has uprooted me, taking me solo traveling across the globe, and planted me in some of the most remote places. This journey is my pursuit of Christ.
In chasing Him, I have found that not even the sky itself is a limit. Through this pursuit I have discovered a new stir in my heart–one that leads me to the page with a pen. It is the draw of journalism and storytelling. It has led me to all kinds of places and introduced me to a world I wouldn’t know without it. There is purpose in the pursuit of Christ for everyone; mine is to take note, to highlight the invitation of thrill-seeking adventure, and to feature those who knock on its door. Satisfaction will never be found until we shift our focus from the wonder of creation to the Creator Himself. He indeed will be found in our pursuit.
