If Everything I Am About Is About Jesus Is That Everything

I'm not gonna presume that my title is or should be a question. To me, as each year of my life has passed, its as if more questions come up about everything and anything, but Jesus becomes even more so the reason for all that my existence points to. He is it. Not the reward of eternal life, not the good life I live, the time I have been born into, the pleasures I enjoy. Yeah, nothing but Jesus. And it seems that the more I talk about it, the more I believe it. Not the more I think about it or daydream or write; it's the talking it out that makes it real. Because what if all the church buildings, all the bibles, all the worship mp3's, all the christian bookstores, all the christian paraphernalia burned, dissapeared, up and left us...would Jesus still be it? Man, I sure hope so. If not, that's sickening. I hope that heaven isn't the reward we look too...I hope it's Jesus. O that it would be all about you Jesus.