Mr. Jones was sitting in a lawn chair reading the paper when his pretty, twelve-year-old daughter came screaming around the corner of the house, with the neighbor boy in hot pursuit. Mr. Jones jumped out of the lawn chair, stopped them and asked the boy, "Why are you chasing my Gwendolyn?"

"She pinched me," he complained.

So, Mr. Jones turned to Gwendolyn. "Why did you pinch him?" he demanded.

Gwendolyn batted her eyes and said, "So he'd chase me." (1)

Have you ever noticed how much life is like that? We're either being pursued or we are pursuing something or someone else? And sometimes we don't even know why? Some of us are chasing a dream we've had for a long time. Some of us are pursuing a calling we've felt. Some of us are running a dream or a calling that's chasing us. We're all i…