Love in its supreme moments does not stop at a little. It does not weigh and measure and calculate and restrain its impulses and check its floods. They know nothing of love who think strange of Mary's costly deed, who try to explain why she acted so prodigally, so lavishly, so wastefully, when she put upon her Lord the highest honour she could bestow upon him. If our love for Christ were only stronger, deeper, richer, we would not need to have Mary's deed explained; we would not calculate so closely how much we can afford to give or do.