He had no shadows. He was Light. He came to the darkness and the darkness did not recognize Him.

He shone in the midst of the darkness but, those who perceived His brightness, wanted nothing more but to delete the Light that He radiated.

He had no shadows because He was perfect. No trace of inferiority stained His personality. Before Earth exhaled its first breath as a planet conductive to life, He was already.

For this reason, many judged Him the own Uncreated and confused Him with the Divinity. But He, always correct, clarified, since the first moment: I have come to fulfill the will of my father, who is in Heaven.

He had no shadows. No blame, no but to maculate the Spirit.  

For this, He could establish the invitation: Come and follow me.

Lord of the world, shepherd of a flock of uncultivated souls, full of mistakes and moral vices, He came to lead them.

However, not all have heard His voice nor wished to follow Him in those times.

Therefore, He continues with the insistent call, announcing the beatitudes of the Kingdom of the Father.

He was the Light. Those who wanted nothing but to spread their own shadows, persecuted Him, raising slander, engendering wickedness.

He responded with love. Where ever He went, He left footsteps of brightness so that those who came later, evinced in the time and lives, could follow Him. Whenever they wished, whenever they could understand the message.

Speaking with the authority of someone who does what they recommended, He wrote to the disturbing and unfortunate Spirits, pulling them out of insanity.

He was a message of peace: My peace I leave you, my peace I give to you.

Lord of the stars, He did not gritty perishable goods, before He was concerned to win hearts for the Kingdom of God.

And those who hurt Him, such as the sandalwood that perfumes the ax which hits Him, He cheered with the scent of His peace.

Somehow it penetrated the creature whom no longer forgot Him. And, in the dust of time, had chosen to surrender to Him.

Gentle as pigeons, He had never let himself win over the violent, responding to them with the dignity of His conduct.

To the soldier who had beaten Him on the face, He inquired, fearless: If I said something wrong, point my error. But, I said nothing wrong, why did you hit me?

And, when His time arrived, as a lamb that is lead to the altar of burned offerings, He gave himself, without reacting.

And, alone, faced the arbitrary judgment of pygmies who held the fool and temporary power: Annas, Caiaphas, Pilate.

He was the Lord of the World and submitted Himself to the simple justice of men, teaching that the example speaks louder than words.

He was the Light. Until today, He shines and hopes.

He hopes that His sheep meet the call, recognize His voice and find out that with Him there shall be no more night of loneliness and bitterness.

With Him, there will have no thirst for righteousness, for He is the living water that satisfies forever.

With Him there will be no shortages because He is the fullness.

He is Jesus, the Son of God, the Good Shepherd of our souls.

He is the Sent one, the Messiah awaited in time and announced for centuries in the voice of the prophets.

We must listen to Him. Let us follow Him. He is the Light, the Way, the Life...

Spiritist Moment Team.
May 12.2014.