They pressed with such force through the strait gate,
they left their flesh on the posts.
I read this on an Anabaptist site and just thought this was such a graphic description of self denial. I marvel at such words being used to describe someone's walk, I wish that such thoughts could come to mind when I was remembered. But I fear I love myself too much. I am sure I will be looking at my feet and not in the eyes of far too many saints in the dawn to come.