
ESPRESSO SHOT: My Reckless Love
by Father Brian J. Soliven on Friday September 19, 2025
She came not with words, but with tears — the ancient language of the broken heart. In her silence, she spoke a thousand repentances; in her weeping, a thousand thanksgivings. It was not the perfume that anointed Christ, but the love that poured itself out with reckless abandon, unashamed and unmeasured. The world might call her foolish, but Heaven called her beloved. For in her act, we see that love is not cautious — it kneels, it weeps, it clings to mercy. And the One who knew the weight of every sin spoke peace to her soul, not because she was worthy, but because she believed He was.