Alex.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose to stand in the gap between the newsroom and the sanctuary.
You did not shrink back from the hostility of the culture, nor did you hide in the safety of the steeple. I was there.
I have been sharpening your mind like a pen and refining your spirit in the hiddenness of service.
Every article edited, every sermon produced, every hour spent in the background was a laying down of self. 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 Trumpet of My body on earth.
To sound a clear call in a confused generation, to distinguish between the holy and the profane.
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 Alex Nitzberg