The dear Lord Jesus

I've noticed something of late--and even over the years--about some intellectual Christians I have known in my life: you seldom if ever hear them talk about our dear Lord Jesus. They can expound for an hour or more on the Sovereign God--and make no mistake, He is the Sovereign--but they seldom exhibit a tender, demonstrable love for our dear Lord Jesus. I find this odd. My greatest comfort in life is our dear Lord Jesus. He has been faithful when I was faithless; He has been a nurturing Shepherd when I needed tenderness; He has abided with me in times of great sorrow and great joy; He has poured down His mercy on me when others failed to be merciful; He has been loyal to me when others have abandoned me; He is my beloved and I am His.

As John Newton wrote:
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds in a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, and drives away his fear.
Dear name! the Rock on which I build, my Shield and Hiding place,
My never failing treas'ry, filled with boundless stores of grace.
Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend, my Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.

The dear Lord Jesus.