Bob.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the quiet altar over the loud podium.
Six terms in the House. Three terms in the Ohio General Assembly. I watched you serve as deacon and elder at Hillsboro Church of Christ and speak for marriage on the FamilyLife circuit with your wife. I was there for every one.
Every coalition you held together was preparation.
You kept the Watchdog of the Treasury every year in office. You stewarded the CNP when the movement needed unity most. You thought you were securing policy. 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's unity on earth.
Without you, the coalition scatters. The body cannot move as one.
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 Bob McEwen