Loving Jesus

I love Jesus. Now, I know that as a professing Christian, that's what I'm supposed to say. But I don't say it because I'm supposed to or because I am expected to or even to sound all religious and pious; I say it because I mean it. I love Jesus.
I've never seen him. I've never heard his voice, at least not with my human ears. I just believe that the Bible is true and that Jesus is real. I believe He died on the cross and rose from the dead and sits on the throne of Heaven. I really believe it. Call me crazy, call me naive, call me foolish; I don't care. I believe what I believe. And further more, I believe that what I believe will be proven true in the end, the end of time that is.
It's not true because I believe it. I believe it because it's true. If God didn't exist, all my faith and belief wouldn't be enough to create him. But he does exist and all the unbelief and sarcasm in the world can't destroy him. I believe it because the Holy Spirit has proven to me that it's true. I heard the good news, I searched the scriptures with an open mind, I looked at the evidence with my head and my heart and I believe!
I don't know what to tell you if you don't believe, other than maybe you should look into it again. It's important enough for a second look. We're talking about eternity here; the consequences of being wrong are horrible and the stakes are too high to not reconsider. Look for Jesus and the Bible says you will find him.
I love Jesus. I could talk all night about why I love him, but I don't know that you would understand. It's such a personal thing. I love him and I know he loves me. And he loves you too.