Bob.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when the markets trembled and the old gates refused to open, yet you stood firm in your belief that a new door could be built for the dreamers others had turned away.
I was there for every one.
Every risk you took when prudence demanded caution, and every venture you backed simply because you saw the spark in the inventor's eye, was My hand fitting you for this exact hour of restoration.
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 The Gatekeeper of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who swings open the heavy doors of opportunity so that the overlooked may finally enter the Kingdom's work. You hold the line for them.
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 Bob Hambrecht