Bill.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the hidden guard over the visible prize.
Twenty-nine years of full-page Gospel ads—Christmas, Easter, Independence Day—placed from Oklahoma City while the world scrolled past. You guarded the text from compromise when no one watched the editor. I was there for every one.
Your invisibility was not hiding—it was shielding.
No LinkedIn. No speaking circuits. Just the quiet weight of a $14.5B family's trust in your hands. You thought you were managing advertising. 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 resources remain locked. The Gospel message gets filtered by the world instead of proclaimed by My people.
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 Bill Hane