Bradley.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when you walked away from the gilded cage of silence, choosing the cold wind of truth over the warm comfort of complicity, even when the world called it betrayal.
I was there for every one.
Every year spent in the shadow of great secrets and every moment of isolation after speaking them were the fires that tempered your spirit to carry a light too bright for hidden rooms.
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 Unsealer of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the hand that cracks open the sealed doors of darkness so that My light can flood the places men tried to keep forever night. 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 Bradley C Birkenfeld