Andrew.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the calling over the career.
You left the bright towers of J.P. Morgan to build a firm named Called. You wrote for Radical.net on vocation as mission when no one was watching. I was there for every one.
Every hour of study was preparation.
The long road to the Charter. The bridging of Dallas and Lagos while the world looked elsewhere. You thought you were building companies. 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 body cannot connect the callings. It cannot join the Dallas street to the Lagos soil.
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 Andrew Firman