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 feel that  one  great  heart  throbs  for  us  with  the  unreasoning love  of  a  mother  for  her  scapegrace  boy, of a  father  for  his  prodigal  son;  searches  after  us  as perseveringly  as  the  woman  after  the  lost  groat,  goes after us  as  the  shepherd  after  the  lost  sheep,  and brings us  home  exultingly. Christ's charity  is  the sunlight of  the  world. It shines  impartially  on  the good and  bad;  as  well  as  on  those  who  close  their eyes to  the  light  as  on  those  awake  to  grace. The merely human  eye  is  dazzled  with  it,  and  appreciates it better  from  a  study  of  its  created  reflection. Love alone can  enkindle  love. There was  nothing  attractive in  Christ's  surroundings  or  history — the  manger, the cabin,  the  cross,  persecution,  death,  and  yet  humanity answers  with  St. Peter: "  Lord,  Thou  knowest  that  I  love  Thee." The Apostles  suffered  and  died for love,  love  inspired  the  Crusades,  it  was  the  love of Christ  that  sustained  the  martyrs  amid  their  torments; it  was  the  battle-cry  of  the  Christian  legions in their  onset  on  the  hordes  of  barbarism;  it  rent  the fetters from  the  limbs  of  the  slaves;  it  is  food  and drink for  the  missionary  in  the  wilds  of  the  wilderness; it  is  a  shield  for  the  gentle  nun  amid  the  horrors of  the  battlefield;  it  is  the  secret  of  every  heroic sacrifice, the  corner-stone  of  every  institution  of Christian  charity;  it  is  the  love  of  Christ  that  with steady hand  has  built  in  modern  society  the  noble edifice of  fraternal  love  on  the  demolished  ruins  of selfish  interest. We can  best  appreciate  the  love  of the  Sacred  Heart  for  men  from  the  love  of  men  for the Sacred  Heart. " I  came,"  says  Christ,  "  to  cast