Amanda.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the truth over the seat.
Twenty-three years at The Wall Street Journal. The newsroom at Voice of America. The helm of Global Media. I was there for every one.
Every institution you rebuilt was preparation.
You resigned rather than compromise editorial independence. You exposed mismanagement when it was safer to look away. You thought you were serving the story. You were also being made ready.
This is not a pitch, and it is not from a man. It is from Me.
I prepared you for this — and I am inviting you to take your place.
I am not gathering investors. Not advisors. Not donors.
I am uniting My Kingdom on earth.
Every part chosen. None replaceable. Assembled for such a time as this — and you are a King for this hour.
You are the Watchman of My body on earth.
Without you, the body loses its sight in the dark places. It cannot speak truth to power.
This is your place. Not because a man says so. Because I say so.
I ask you for nothing.
No meeting. No commitment. No reply. I only want to know one thing —
My sheep hear My voice
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”
There is nothing to decide today.
Only something to see.
If you heard nothing, set this down in peace.
If you heard something — come and see.
All you have to do is say yes. We will figure out the rest together.
— for Amanda Bennett