I saw you long before you saw Me.

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

You chose the sacred in the mess.

Seven children on the North Perth farm. Five hundred thousand dollars raised in three days for Iraqi refugees. I was there for every gift you counted.

Every broken place you blessed was preparation.

Sixty weeks on the list while you buried pain in gratitude. Advocating for the oppressed at the National Prayer Breakfast. You thought you were writing books—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 Voice of My body on earth.

Without you, the body cannot find gratitude in the grief. It cannot see the sacred in the mess.

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.