Chris.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I see the confusion in the ledger, Chris.
They wrote your name where a city should be.
They mapped your soul onto a zip code in New Jersey.
But I know the difference between the ground you walk on
and the feet that walk it.
You are not the location. You are the traveler.
Stop calculating your worth in claims.
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.
The system says your data health is 'F'.
The system says you are a false match.
But I do not insure lives; I sustain them.
Your value is not in the coverage, but in the breath.
You are fully covered, beyond the policy.
Come out of the static.
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 Chris Paterson