6. I have come to teach and console the disinherited poor. I have come to tell them to raise their resignation to the level of their trials; to weep, for sorrow was sacred in the Garden of Olives; but also to hope, for consoling angels will come to wipe away their tears.

Workers, trace out your path. The next day, restart the trying journey of the day before. The labor of your hands supplies earthly bread for your bodies, but your souls are not forgotten. I, the divine gardener, cultivate them in the silence of your thoughts. When the hour for your repose sounds, when the thread of your life slips through your fingers and when your eyes are closed to the light, you will sense my precious seed emerge and germinate within you. Nothing is lost in the kingdom of our Father, and your sweat and miseries form a treasure that will make you wealthy in the higher realms, where light replaces darkness, and where the most unclothed among you will perhaps be the most resplendent.

Truly I say to you: those who bear their burdens and help their brothers and sisters are my beloved. Instruct yourselves in the precious Doctrine that dissipates the error of rebelliousness and teaches you the sublime purpose of the human trial. Just as the wind sweeps the dust away, may the breeze of the Spirits dissipate your jealousy toward the wealthy of the world, who are often the most miserable because their trials are more perilous than yours. I am with you and my apostle teaches you. Drink from the living fount of love and prepare yourselves, O captives of life, to someday  freely and joyfully throw yourselves into the bosom of the One who created you weak so that you could become perfect, and who wills for you yourselves to knead your pliable clay so that you may be the artisans of your immortality.

The Spirit of Truth (Paris, 1861)