The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
The Savior is never strained with His love, mercy, or kindness. Though I may show these virtues, I don't know how often I give them without some strain, hesitance, fear, or even judgment on my part. I always marvel at how freely and openly the Savior loved those around Him. How do you even do that? What would it be like to live that way? I can imagine a small part of what it must have been like to feel that love. Why doesn't this motivate me more often to show that love to others?