No one could equal Him in greatness.

No one had His birth announced centuries before by different people. Announcements that went into detail about His conception, birth, struggles, passion and death.

No one, no matter how noble His lineage, had a special star shining in the sky to announce His arrival on the planet.

A brilliant, different star that served as a warning to magicians from various parts of the East, who understood the message and set out in a caravan to look for Him.

No one, like Him, had the news of His birth spread across the countryside by a chorus of celestial voices.

No one, like Him, had a messenger full of light to announce that He had been born, where He was and that His birth marked a moment of extreme joy for the world.

No personality, no matter how great or wise, managed to divide History into before and after himself.

No one was so persecuted, from his earliest childhood, needing to go into exile in foreign, distant lands, living there for his first years.

No one had a father so generous and dedicated, willing to get up in the middle of the night, upon a warning from a heavenly messenger, gather a few belongings and flee, in order to save Him.

A father so attentive to that nascent life that he did not fear living among foreigners, far from his own people and his origins. All to safeguard His precious life.

A father who, knowing Him to be greater than all living beings, did not fail to point out verses of the Torah to Him, as well as to teach Him his own craft, according to tradition.

No one had his life marked by so many spiritual phenomena, demonstrating the special attention that He received, due to the exceptional greatness of His mission.

No one like Him had a precursor to announce His arrival, His greatness and the deeds that He would accomplish.

A Man who did not fear evil, who was fully aware that He was the herald, the one who should prepare the way.

Who knew that when the Announced One arrived, He would have to diminish Himself and disappear from the scene, because His mission had been accomplished.

No one, like Him, although so great, knew how to hide Himself among the flesh common to all humans.

No one like Him, the Light of the World, knew how to disguise His own brilliance, so as not to overshadow others.

No one has produced so much in such a short time: less than three years.

In a time of human slavery, of subjugation of peoples, of reigning temporal power, He established a revolutionary code: love your enemy, do good to your persecutor, be meek and humble of heart.

No one was stronger than Him in demonstrating the Truth, without bombastic speeches or catchphrases.

His silence was enough when asked by those who believed themselves to be the highest authority, with the power of life and death over creatures.

His name was Jesus. No name was sweeter, or more sublime. Yeshua, the son of the carpenter Joseph.

Jesus, the Solar King, our Planetary Governor.

Spiritist Moment Team
February 19.2025