God came down the mountain. Right down low to dirty air, and selfish troubles. To aching gaping hollows, and problems that shouldn’t be. To smallness and rubbish that’s sat in the sun for way too long.
Yes. This God came down. He didn’t turn his eyes away or pinch his nose. He stayed. He breathed it deep. With grace filled hands, and unearned gifts.
This God who descended deep, and stayed – what excuse can we offer? What story can we tell?
He doesn’t look down, He looks eye deep and breathes our exhaled air.
He doesn’t just offer outstretched hands, He wraps both arms tight.
Yes, this God who came down the mountain knows. He knows pain, and joy, and loss, and plenty.
This God knows.
Because He stayed.
this post was inspired by: http://tworiversblog.com/2013/06/06/1014/