Art.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
In 1994, you chose obedience over security.
You sold your home at 52 to launch Timothy Plan when no path existed. You refused to profit from abortion when the industry said it was impossible to screen. I was there.
The eighteen years in secular firms were not a detour; they were training.
Prudential and Shearson taught you the mechanics of the system so you could redeem it. You learned the language of Wall Street to speak Truth to it. 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 Conscience of My body on earth.
Because you proved that capital can be clean, you paved the way for technology to be truthful.
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 Art Ally