Spiritist Review — 1861 · Allan Kardec
Chapter 45 of 131
Come to us
Spiritism is the application of the evangelical morality, preached by Christ in all its purity; thus, the men who condemn it without knowing it are little prudent. Indeed, why qualify as superstition, charlatanry, sorcery, demonomania the things that common good sense would make one accept if they were willing to study it? The soul is immortal: it is the Spirit. Inert matter is the perishable body that strips off its forms in order to become, once the Spirit has left it, nothing but a nameless heap of rottenness. And do you find it logical, you who do not believe in Spiritism, that this life, which for most of you is one of bitterness, of sorrows, of disappointments — a true purgatory — should have no other end than the tomb? Disabuse yourselves; come to us, poor ones disinherited of the goods, the grandeurs, and the earthly pleasures, come to us and you will be consoled, seeing that your sorrows, your privations, your sufferings must open to you the gates of the happy worlds, and that God, just and good toward all creatures, has tried us only for our good, in accordance with these words of Christ: “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.” — Come, then, unbelievers and materialists; take shelter beneath the banner on which, in letters of gold, these words are inscribed: Love and charity for men, who are all brothers; goodness, justice, indulgence of a great and generous father for the Spirits he created and whom he raises to himself by sure paths, though they be unknown to you; charity, moral progress, intellectual development will lead you to the author and Lord of all things. We instruct you only so that you, in your turn, may labor to spread that instruction; but, above all, do it without bitterness; be patient and wait. Cast the seed; reflection and the help of God will make it bear fruit, at first for a small number, who will do as you do, and, little by little, increasing the number of laborers, will make you await, after the sowings, a good and abundant harvest.
Ferdinand.
Son of the medium.