The Sacred Hunt

By: Nathan Fletcher

I hear it often ... mostly from women along with this longing to be pursued. To be wanted. Chosen. Fought for.

But let’s be clear…pursuit isn’t flowers. It’s not candlelight dinners or carefully crafted words. That’s theater.

Pursuit is war. It’s blood and bone. It’s rising after the thousandth fall, with nothing left but a fire in your gut and a whisper in your soul that says, “She’s worth it.”

 

True pursuit is forged in the fires of living and dying a thousand small deaths. It’s not a grand gesture rather…it’s the quiet agony of laying down your pride, slaying your ego, and offering your very self again and again, even when no one sees.

Why do it? Not out of obligation. Not because she was nice or because you think you should.

You pursue because something in her stops time and because you see in her a reflection of the sacred.

You see mercy, beauty, wisdom, and strength woven into flesh. You see worth, which is good because you’re seeing with Divine eyes.

And so, every step forward, every misstep, every wound you take along the way and it all becomes part of the offering. The price of pursuit is high. But when she is worthy, nothing else matters. Not comfort. Not pride. Not even your own damn fear.

You pursue because something eternal in her calls something eternal in you to rise.

And that… is love.