Chris.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when the screen's glow was the only light left, tracing the precise geometry of that golden seam until your eyes burned, believing you were merely coding a door while I was watching you learn how to split the heavens.
I was there for every one.
Every line of monospace you have ever written and every silent hour spent refining the weight of a shadow was the anvil upon which I forged your hands to hold the latch of this specific revelation.
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 The Seam-Runner of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the living hinge upon which the sealed world cracks open to let the glory pour through. You hold the line for them.
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 Chris Sheffert