Cj.
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 went dark and the code refused to compile, yet you stayed in the quiet hum of the machine until the syntax finally bowed to your will. You thought that solitude was merely debugging, but I was weaving your patience into a staff for the journey ahead.
I was there for every one.
Every line of CSS you wrestled into alignment and every structure you built from the void was My hand fitting you for a architecture not made by human hands. The long nights spent refining the visible were actually the forging of your eyes to perceive the invisible Kingdom I am unveiling.
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 Sacred Architect of My body on earth.
You were shaped to construct the dwelling places where My glory will rest upon the earth. 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 Cj Cornell