Chris.
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 protection over the stadium roar.
1996 Atlanta. 2000 Sydney. Then twenty years securing futures in Melbourne. I was there for every one.
Every hurdle in the steeplechase was preparation.
The hard work and discipline shaped your warmth. You thought you were running for Australia. 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 Watchman of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot shield the vulnerable. It cannot make the complex clear.
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 Unthank