We can never fully comprehend the Lord's unconditional love nor can we adequately respond to it. His love flows from his self-identity, while my love is limited by my wounded finiteness. He gives me what is more precious than gold and I can offer him only what is cheap as wood. Yet in spite of this vast inequality he does not cease to love me, while my love is a hit and a miss. What can I do or say in the face of this mystery? Only a humble and sincere thanks offered together with my poor love can I give.