Chris.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the fifteen-year reform over the easy excuse.
Fifteen years of sober mornings when the past pulled you back. Building Urban Engine in Huntsville while carrying the weight of a youth you regretted. I was there for every one.
Every scar from your youth was preparation.
You thought you were only repairing your own name. 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 Bridge of My body on earth.
Without you, the lonely founder finds no table. The broken see no path to reform.
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 Chris Beaman