Brent.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You signed the charter as a steward, not an owner.
Since 2010, in Dublin and Ashland, you declared the resources belong to God. 85,000 cans daily, yet the mission remained Mine. I was there for every one.
The long obedience of stewardship was the forge.
You refused the short-term gain which threatened integrity. You thought you were managing assets. 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 on earth.
Without you, the body forgets that the resources belong to God. It cannot serve the children without claiming the credit.
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 Brent Stine