High on a Mountain, Lower Still

My job currently has me in front of screens quite a lot of the time, which I love, but there are moments where my body is like “GET AWAY FROM THE SCREENS!!” So today I walked up a hill to draw and take photos and as I was going up I listened to a song that floored me.

The lyrics if you would like to read them are these: (Lower still by My Epic)

“Look, he’s covered in dirt
The blood of his mother has mixed with the Earth
and she’s just a child who’s throbbing in pain
from the terror of birth by the light of a cave

now they’ve laid that small baby
where creatures come eat
like a meal for the swine who have no clue that he
is still holding together the world that they see
they don’t know just how low he has to go
Lower still

Look now he’s kneeling he’s washing’ their feet
though they’re all filthy fishermen, traitors and thieves
now he’s pouring his heart out and they’re fallin’ asleep
but he has to go lower still…

beat in his face
tear the skin off his back
Lower still, lower still
strip off his clothes
make him crawl through the streets
Lower still, lower still
hang him like meat
on a criminal’s tree
Lower still, lower still
bury his corpse in the Earth
like a seed, like a seed, like a seed
Lower still, lower still

Lower still, lower still…

The Earth explodes
she cannot hold him!
And all therein is placed beneath Him
and death itself no longer reigns
it cannot keep the ones he gave himself to save
and as the universe shatters the darkness dissolves
he alone will be honoured
we will bathe in his splendour
as all heads bow lower still
all heads bow lower still”

And as I got to the top of the hill I saw all of these amazing details in the plants and rocks and flowers. If you got close to them, if you got lower, you got to see so much more detail and beauty. I sat down and began to draw and think about how Jesus came lower than we will ever know because we don’t know the heights he came from.

As he came down he felt things like us that he had never felt before. Fear, vulnerability. And today the thing that hit me again the most was his BABY-ness. He was a baby. The lord of the world, the creator of everything was a child at one stage.

He is more interested in who we are, how we are, what we are doing with our lives than we will ever be. He is so interested that he came lower still to save us. Its just back-shiver type thoughts.

Then I took some photos and as I a neared the bottom I stopped dead in my tracks because of the line

‘they don’t know just how low he has to go
Lower still;’

His love is SOOOO big. Everything should come from that love. Not Obedience, not fear, but love. I will follow someone into the darkest, coldest, scariest places if I love and trust them. In fact I thought bout that whilst a dog chased me through the darkness the other night. Love is harder to rebel against. and Trust is easier to say yes to.

Following are the photos i took, i kept myself to one lens, and one film style. And got closer than usual.

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