Love and mercy flowing from the pierced heart of Christ.

His heart burns, not for wrath—but for mercy.
The Sacred Heart bleeds in silence, yet saves in fire.
Love is not weakness. It is wound that heals.

Place your hand over your chest.
Say: “Make my heart like yours.”
Feel what softens and what resists.

Forgive one person today—whether or not they know.
Not for them, but for flame.
Mercy is the sharpest courage.

This is sacrifice.
Not in death, but in unshielded tenderness.
Let your heart become altar.