Bruce.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when you stood at the clinical threshold, holding your breath as a student prepared to touch their first patient, knowing you had quietly carried the weight of that safety long before they ever entered the room.
I was there for every one.
Every year you spent multiplying the hands of healers and every quiet conversation with a friend like Rob was the fire that tempered your spirit, fitting you precisely for this moment where stewardship becomes legacy.
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 The Sacred Threshold of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the holy gatekeeper who ensures that when the world's broken are finally touched, it is by hands made ready through your faithful watch. You hold the line for them.
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 Bruce Leech