I saw you long before you saw Me.

The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.

You chose the burden of the house over the safety of the study.

From the lectures at Stirling to the campaign halls of Nashville. You could have remained only a professor of history. Instead, you took the principal gifts and the Strategic Path to 2030. I was there for every transition.

Every shift in vocation was preparation.

The dual weight of the MDiv and the PhD. The integration of Christian scholarship and institutional leadership. You thought you were building campaigns. 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 Steward of My body on earth.

Without you, the legacy of 1867 fades. The body cannot advance My “redemptive work in the world” without a guardian of its heritage.

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 —

Are you interested?

“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.