Somewhere along the way, something went hellishly wrong.

Somewhere along the way, something went hellishly wrong.
Jesus was either a liar and the biggest fraud in the history of the human race or he desperately needed psychiatric help — or, he is real.
The Jesus lover makes more sense to me in that she loves a person who actually existed. The God lover, on the other hand, worships an entity who or what is a total mystery.
Oftentimes during life or at the end of life, there is a need to believe. The alternative — the void, the emptiness — become too much. Too many loved ones have died. The shotgun awaits. You resist it. You cry out for help.