Some people find great comfort and reassurance in the adage, Jesus loves me. They should be comforted, it is true, and it matters. Repeating this adage to oneself is a soothing, reliable saying to lean upon when one is afflicted, lost, troubled or under duress.
To know that Jesus loves you gives you the confidence and sense of support and approval that you can self-realize, and make something of your life, that you have a right, and perhaps a responsibly to be all that you can be, and be as good as you can be.
One is always loved by the Father, the Mother, Jesus, the Good Spirits and all benevolent deities, but that does not allow us a free pass to heaven. None of us are ever off the hook, so to speak. We still need to ask for God’s grace; we still need to do good works and strive to be a spiritually and morally kind (kind to ourselves first, and to others secondarily) person of faith.
Jesus does love you, but you still will be judged—as will I—when you die and at the end of time (whether the end of the world is a literal or figurative concept from the Bible). If one is a person of faith, one will be better liked by Jesus and other good gods.
Jesus even loves a dictator or serial killer, but he does not approve of them, or like them very much, because they are spiritually and morally repulsive creatures, working for the opposite party, to some degree of their own free will, and to some degree as they are genetically and socially predetermined.
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