Dean.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You sold the plane to serve in the hospice of Durban.
Twenty-three years overseeing markets. Then you sold the boat, the plane, the houses. You stood in the hospice with Lisa while the world chased wealth. I was there for every one.
That smoldering discontent in 2006 was My hand.
The divorce in 1994 — the conversion in 1995. The emptiness despite the $100M market. You thought you were losing status. 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 Bridge of My body on earth.
Without you, the successful cannot find the significant. The fruit cannot grow on other trees. The light stays hidden in the marketplace.
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 Dean Niewolny