He divides me from the society in which I was accustomed to move. "Your home is no longer there!" He says. And I go out from the familiar surroundings, into an untrodden region and realm.
Between me and my nearest and dearest Christ's sword may pierce pitilessly. Perhaps the loved ones of my own house will have nothing to do with my Redeemer and Lord. Perhaps they see no beauty in Him, that they should desire Him. Then, in the deepest and noblest things, they and I will stand apart a sundering tide rolling between us. And how immeasurably sad that will be!
Between me and myself Christ's sword is sure to pierce with a blade that does not spare! The I, the self which used to be so vain, so confident, so proud must be slain outright! Its days of pride, pleasure and selfishness must end until I can say, "It is no more I who live but He, my Prophet, my Priest, my King, who lives in me!" What a change that is! What a martyrdom!
It is painful, this stroke of Christ's sword. But the old confessor was right: "The nearer the sword; the nearer Heaven!" If I am victim; I am victor too. Smitten down by Jesus, I am not destroyed, but crowned!