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We often show our love to the ones we love through hugging or kissing, or through buying flowers or expensive presents; but if someone show his love through excruciating pain and enormous sufferings, through costing his own life...does that take this 'love' to a totally higher level and intensity? One of the things which St Mary Margaret Alacoque wrote in her diary was that the Sacred Heart of Jesus was shown to her surrounded with a crown of thorns, symbolising the pain He is suffering for our sins...Think about His Love again: what a sacrifice it was for an almighty and powerful God incarnate to become a weak and fragile human, but that is not all, He suffered His most horrible Passion and died for us. Yet that is still not all, because He revealed to St Mary Margaret that He experiencing more grievous sufferings than all He endured in His Passion because His Heart which so loves us and has Love overflowing for us, received nothing from us in return but only ingratitude and contempt: "If only they would make Me some return for My Love, I should think but little of all I have done for them and would wish, were it possible, to suffer still more. But the sole return they make for all My eagerness to do them good is to reject Me and treat Me with coldness." It is a Heart waiting, waiting to be loved. It is also a Heart wounded because of us, because of our sins. Everyday, this desire of His often meets a sorrowful end, because the 'us' that He has been waiting with eagerness return to Him, not with love, but with new and more tortures - our indifferences, our coldness, our spitefulness, our sacrileges, our rebellious, our criticisms, our condemnations...all these like spears and arrows and thorns pierced His Most tender Heart...yet like a silent lamb He bears with them all. Such is the patience of His Heart, ever waiting, so many years of disappointment, still continue to love with hope; like a Father waiting for his prodigy son to return home, like a man waiting for his disappeared lover that one day she will return into his embrace...