David.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you in the quiet hours after your father's passing, staring not at the ledger of the 3,200 acres, but at the empty chair where his voice once dedicated this ground, resolving in that silence that the flame would not flicker but burn hotter.
I was there for every one.
Every acre of fertilizer land sold in 2006 and every luxury suite built since was a deliberate fire, tempering your spirit to understand that true stewardship is not holding onto wealth, but weaponizing hospitality until the Gospel becomes the only natural conversation at the table.
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 The Steward-Strategist of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the bridge where world-class excellence meets operational faith, turning your inheritance into a fortress where the Kingdom is not just spoken of, but visibly hosted. You hold the line for them.
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 Pursell