Andrew.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the diligence over the applause.
You built the infrastructure for sixty gospel-advancing enterprises. Twenty-two interviews to understand the person behind the plan. Offices in the Philippines and India while you remained in College Station. I was there for every one.
Every hour of due diligence was preparation.
Four years in technical sales before the vision cleared. The William Zartler Award recognized the labor, not the title. You thought you were advancing the Kingdom through business. 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 body's infrastructure.
Without you, the provision cannot reach the sixty gospel-advancing enterprises. The body cannot discern the true laborers from the noise.
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 Kazlow