David.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the listening over the loud assumption.
Thirty years since you sat as an intern in 1995. Two million interviews conducted while the world shouted prescriptions. You watched the young walk away and did not look down in judgment—you leaned in to ask why. I was there for every question.
Every hard truth you published was preparation.
You released unChristian when the church preferred comfort. You documented the exodus in You Lost Me not to condemn but to diagnose. You thought you were just measuring the loss. 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 Eyes of My body on earth.
Without you, the body flies blind to the ten percent thriving in exile. It cannot see the renewed interest rising among the young. It needs your sight to know where the healing has already begun.
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 Kinnaman