Caleb.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the ward over the command post.
Six years as a Captain of Intelligence. From the Utah Army National Guard to active duty in Hawaii. You traded the operational plan for pastoral care at St. Mark's. I was there for every one.
The uniform you wore was preparation.
The discipline of the Utah Army National Guard. The years of study at Regent University. You thought you were building a military career. 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 Shepherd of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot reach the soldier in the ward. It cannot comfort the family in the hospital halls.
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 Caleb Rose