When I see religious epithets, I am often left curious as to their point. One could say that it was obvious - surely, knowing that you are loved would be in some way uplifting? However, as a pragmatist, I might ask: "OK, I am loved, so, what happens now?". And, of course, the answer is not very much, except that in returning that love, a guaranteed space will be reserved for me in some wondrous place after my death. That's a weird deal, if I might say so and one which supposes that the other side knows what I want.