Brint.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You asked where the shovel goes in the ground.
Ten years at Rackspace—from Linux engineer to principal. Maintaining cookbooks on GitHub while the world scrolled past. I was there for every commit.
Every line of automation was preparation.
Demanding the weeds of the first three months. Insisting it all be automated. You thought you were securing systems. 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 Builder of My body on earth.
Without you, the work remains manual and fragile. The body cannot stand without the ground you prepare.
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 Brint O'Hearn