Cherie.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the long walk over the spotlight.
Eighteen years at The Trinity Forum, curating thought while the world chased power. You walked the Camino de Santiago when the policy work was done. I was there for every mile.
Every policy battle was preparation for hospitality.
From the Senate Majority Leader to the White House, you bore the weight of public life. You thought you were serving policy. You were also being made ready to hold space for the weary mind.
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 engage the culture without retreating. It cannot offer wisdom for confusing times.
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 Cherie Harder