I was thinking about this the other day. It was probably during ecumenical worship here in college when I was singing hymns about loving Jesus. There's a certain strain of Christianity, and definitely Christian hymns, that says something along these lines, "Jesus is so great, he loves me so much, he looks after me, I can't believe how much he's done for me."
I sort of wonder if we're talking about the same Jesus. The Jesus I find in the Gospels isn't exactly cosy. Sure he has his soft side, but mostly he really challenges me. I think if I wrote a Valentine's card to Jesus he would write back to me saying rude things. I can't imagine the first reaction of the crowds listening to Jesus would be, 'oh, isn't he lovely, I really like him, he's really kind.' He wasn't the kind of person who you loved, he was the kind of person who you take a step back from while muttering something like 'oh, I've never thought of it like that.'
I suppose his disciples would have loved him, and he loved them. But it'wasn't the kind of unthinking adulation of a teenage girl for a pop star. Jesus always seems to be not let love become an excuse for neglecting discipleship. 'Blessed are the breasts that fed you.' 'No, rather blessed are those who do the will of God.'
With the greatest respect and love to my Trinitarian friends and colleagues I still think that adoration of the teacher represents a kind of spiritual immaturity. 'If you really love me, stop going on about it, feed my sheep.'