Bruce.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the infrastructure over the applause.
You built QuickTime when the world wanted only the show. You shipped twelve Macintosh iterations and chose habitat preservation while the industry chased extraction. I was there for every one.
Every decade between the improbable and the impossible was training.
You thought you were only ensuring entrepreneurs don’t make the mistakes you made. You thought you were building ventures. 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 Architect of My body’s infrastructure on earth.
Without you, the body cannot distinguish the improbable from the impossible. It cannot leave a lasting impact for generations. It cannot build on anything but sand.
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 Bruce Leak (often referenced as "Bruce Carlson"