I can assure you that people who discover the truth of God's love are not sad, indeed their disposition is quite the opposite.
Except that that wasn't the sense of the word 'sad' I meant. I was referring to the rather more contemporary vernacular sense of 'sad' as 'risible; contemptible; pathetic.'
Let's see what you asserted (well I never ...) once more, to wit: "The most important thing in anyone's life is to discover God's love, and accept Jesus as their saviour before they die."
The most important thing. Not an important thing but
the most important thing.
Absolutely not a word here about the indescribable joys, the highs, of loving and being loved by another, of sharing your life and all in it with another person with whom you can be entirely yourself and they with you.
Not a word about the equally indescribable magic of having and raising children, seeing new human life that you've created grow and develop under your guidance.
Nothing about the comfort and the security in life to be had in deep, enduring and convivial friendships, nurtured in good times and proved in the bad.
Not a word about good food, good drink, good times.
Nothing about finding your passion(s) in life, pursuing activities and interests and tastes and inclinations that you love, whether it's books or bowls or budgies, whatever it may be that animates and absorbs.
Just the same dreary wibble about a long-dead Jewish handyman.
What an abject confession of a failed life to see that as the
summum bonum of existence.
Ghastly.