Derek.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the control room over the spotlight.
Thirty-four years behind the monitors. Four years at WTIU while others sought the stage. Four thousand live events where you held the vision while the world watched the play. I was there for every cut.
Every live broadcast you directed was preparation.
Fifteen National Championships. Fifteen Rose Bowls. Nineteen Wimbledons. You thought you were capturing the game. 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 see the whole field. It cannot guide the focus when the world watches the spectacle.
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 Derek Mobley