Joy.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the margin over the machine.
I saw you stand where the data failed the face. You carried the unseen into the room. I was there for every word.
The tension between art and algorithm was preparation.
You bore the weight of systems built without wisdom. You demanded action when others settled for study. You thought you were fixing systems. 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 Voice of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot speak truth to the machine. It cannot bring the unseen into the light.
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 Dr. Joy Adowaa Buolamwini