Dick.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the foundation over the fame.
You structured your house so one-third belongs to the helpless. You co-founded tort reform when the courts were crowded. I saw the deed signed in nineteen-seventy-six. I was there for every one.
Every civic burden was preparation.
You chaired the YMCA while the city slept. You stood on the Federal Reserve board when the economy shook. You thought you were serving Houston. 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 Builder of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot shelter the vulnerable. It cannot build a house that lasts for generations.
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 Dick Weekley