Casey.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the quiet work of the cause over the spotlight.
Monthly posts since 2024 while the world scrolled past. Advancing the cause when the room was empty. I was there for every one.
Every word you wrote was preparation.
Coordinating the cause since 2023. Building community through radical hospitality. You thought you were serving the cause. 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 Voice of My body on earth.
Without you, the story of radical hospitality goes untold. The body cannot remember the poor without your witness.
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 Casey Mullaney