Davis.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You traded the medical mission for My call.
Junior year at Clemson, you felt the Spirit pull you from medical missions to a different path. Nine years in the President's Office before the title came. I was there for every one.
Every system you built was preparation.
Eighteen months ago, it was five languages. Today, hundreds. You told them to be stewards of meaning, not just builders of systems. You thought you were building systems. 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 Word's reach.
Without you, the body cannot reach every language in this generation. It cannot wield the tool without losing the meaning.
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 Davis Powell