Cyril.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the anonymous tip over the podium.
Nineteen years building Resiligence in Silicon Valley. Teaching at Bethany and William Jessup while the world sought fame. Three active shooter situations prevented. Two thirteen-year-olds stopped from carrying out shootings. I was there for every one.
Every year of vigilance was preparation.
From Mumbai to Mississippi State to Santa Clara. You thought you were building a technology solution. 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 Watchman of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot hear the anonymous cry—it cannot stop the violence before it enters the hall.
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 Cyril Rayan