Billy.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the deaf church over the spotlight.
Twenty-three years in Nigeria and South Africa. You pastored the deaf in Tacoma while the world looked away. You opened the Welcome Center for strangers in Springfield. I was there for every one.
Every loss of purpose you healed was preparation.
You helped high-achievers navigate the silence when the career ended. You walked them through the loss of identity in Ignite Your Retirement. You thought you were coaching executives. 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 Bridge of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot connect the broken to the restored — it cannot speak to the refugee and the executive in the same breath.
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 Billy Hennessy