A hundred years ago there was a poem by Francis Thompson called The Hound of Heaven. In it, God’s divine grace pursues us like a hound. It begins… “I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears… … From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbèd pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat—and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet—” Many years later, Duran Duran recorded Hungry Like the Wolf. The easiest, most obvious, and certainly…