Here is a poignant passage for holy week, from a book by Frederick Buechner, The Faces of Jesus:

Our age is full of people for whom the language of religious faith is a dead language and its symbols empty, for whom the figure of Jesus is vague and remote as a figure in a dream, powerless except for the power to stir the deepest intuitions and longings of the human heart. If ever there was a man worth dying with and dying for, this is he. If ever there should turn out unbelievably to be a God of love willing to search for men even in the depths of evil and pain, the face of Jesus is the face we would know him by.