Art.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the jobs over the exit.
When the bankruptcy papers were filed in 2025, you did not walk away. You acquired two hundred and nineteen stores. Five thousand jobs remained because you acted. I was there for every one.
Every policy you drafted was preparation.
Four terms in the House. Budget Director for the state. You thought you were serving ideology. 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 Storehouse of My body on earth.
Without you, the grants cease. The resources remain locked. The body cannot sustain the broken.
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 Pope