St. Peter jumped out of a boat and swam to shore, though we're told he was "lightly-clad". St. Mary Magdalene was prepared to carry Our Lord's Body back to the tomb. A Roman centurion steps up to Our Lord in a crowd of people and asks Him to say the word and heal his servant. And how about Our Lady? She agrees to carry the Son of God, not knowing how her betrothed or anyone else for that matter will react to her news.
The father of the prodigal son? He not only endures it when his son effectively says to him "You're as good as dead to me, so give me my inheritance and I will be on my way", but he kills the fatted calf and prepares a feast like none other upon his destitute son's return.
And there is no more dramatic or profound demonstration of love than giving up one's life willingly by death on a cross.
Sitting in church for a brief bit after Mass this morning, I looked up at the massive Crucifix behind the altar and could not believe that scarcely a week ago, we were contemplating Our Lord's Passion and Death and fasting from food and anything visually beautiful (in church anyway). Today, the priest wore white vestments, the altar was adorned with flowers casting off the scent of paradise, we said the Gloria and the Liturgy of the Hours continued to come from Easter Sunday.
Our Beloved did some things that the world would view as folly. Coming into the world in a barn, and leaving it the first time from the wood of the cross. Remaining with us in the gilded prison of the tabernacle that houses His Body and Blood. And the world sees the way we try to return that love as equal folly. Praying before the Blessed Sacrament and knowing that Christ waits for us in the disguise of the bread consecrated by His priests. Making every effort to receive Him in Holy Communion as often as we can. Longing to be near Him in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. And forgoing all the empty allurements the world has to offer in order to gain admittance into the Heavenly Banquet where He awaits us with great longing, just as He longed to eat the last Passover meal with His disciples.
As St Therese said: "I no longer have any desire except to love Jesus even to folly"