Debra.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the quiet governance over the public podium.
Citigroup in New Delhi. BlackRock's systematic division. The White House Fellow program. You stewarded vast resources while the world chased headlines. I was there for every one.
Every lonely year in sustainability was preparation.
You led in sustainability long before the terms held the weight they do today. You gathered vantage points across government, academia, and finance. You thought you were building a career. 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 Bridge of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot connect resources to conscience. It cannot turn redemptive thesis into execution.
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 Debra McCoy