Andrew.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You took the path from the quiet archives of the Wade Center to the high-stakes arena of the presidential suite.
You chose to steward the legacy of Lewis and Sayers by building the financial engine that keeps their wisdom alive. I was there.
The years in Nashville, shaping the Strategic Path, were not merely career steps; they were the forge.
I was aligning your heart for the history of the Church with your hands for the resources of the Kingdom. 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.
Because you understand that faith without infrastructure is a whisper, but faith with structure is a shout.
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 Andrew Tooley