Christina.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you in the quiet hum of the distribution center long after the lights dimmed, choosing the sturdier crate over the cheaper one not to save a margin, but to ensure the pizza arrived warm for a family who needed that small mercy. You stood as the invisible backbone then, bearing the weight of forty-nine nations so the Ilitch name could remain a promise rather than just a logo.
I was there for every one.
Every year you spent in the director's chair without the title, and every decision you made to protect the machine rather than your own glory, was My hand fitting you for a stewardship that requires silence more than applause. Your decades of saying 'no' to short-term gains were the necessary fires that tempered your spirit to hold the integrity of the whole without cracking under the pressure of scale.
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 Silent Anchor of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the steady depth beneath the moving waves, holding the Kingdom's supply lines fast so that grace might reach the table without failing. 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 Christina Kerrigan