Christine.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the burden of justice over the comfort of silence.
Senior Advisor at the State Department. Board Chair for the Human Trafficking Institute. Justice Projects Leader at Crossroads Church. You did not seek the podium. I was there for every one.
The years of stewardship were preparation.
From the Congressional Hunger Center fellowship to the Vice President seat at The Gathering. You thought you were managing programs. 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 house.
Without you, the trust fractures. You guard the authentic relationships so the resources serve My heart.
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 Christine Lee Buchholz