Chris.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the quiet of Northern Michigan over the power of Washington.
You grew the company your grandfather founded until it bore another’s name. You served four years in Congress when the culture shifted. I was there for every one.
Every battle for free enterprise was preparation.
You fought for fiscal discipline when the debt grew. You thought you were only defending policy. 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 Steward of My body on earth.
Without you, the body loses its memory. It cannot hold the line for Western civilization.
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 Chocola