Bret.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the Kingdom ledger over the $2.2B fund.
Twenty years in finance. You could have remained at Cherokee. Instead, you walked into the diligence of Kingdom work. I saw the moment you chose alignment over accumulation. I was there for every one.
Every ledger you balanced was preparation.
The rigor of Kellogg. The weight of the CFO chair. You thought you were guarding trust. 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 cannot discern the wheat from the chaff. It cannot ensure the mission touches human flourishing.
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 Bret Batchelder