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 the quiet weight of a complex estate plan settled on your shoulders, and you chose the path of rigorous legal precision not to protect your reputation, but to ensure a widow's gift would still bear fruit fifty years after she was gone.
I was there for every one.
Every hour you spent bridging the gap between the sanctuary and the statute book, wrestling with how to make innovation safe for holy things, was My hand fitting you for a time when truth itself needs a faithful guardian.
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 Covenant Keeper of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the unyielding structure that ensures the resources of My people never drift from the purpose for which they were given. 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 Mckee