David.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the path of the archivist in a burning building.
While others rewrote the narrative to suit the times, you descended into the dust of the past to retrieve the original blueprints. I was there.
I have preserved your voice for the hour of decision.
The documents you gathered were not just paper and ink; they were seeds planted for a harvest you are now beginning to see. 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 Remembrancer of My body on earth.
You recall the covenants made by fathers before you so the present generation does not lose its way.
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 David Barton