I saw you long before you saw Me.

The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.

You chose to leave the safety of the editor's desk at Christianity Today to co-found Praxis, betting your reputation on the risky conviction that venture capital could be redeemed for the Kingdom.

You built an ecosystem where founders are measured not by extraction, but by whether their innovations reflect the character of the Creator Most would have merely written about culture making; you stepped into the fire to actually make it

The season that tested you was realizing that even good ideas, when detached from deep humility, become idols that demand to play God.

You faced the quiet terror that your influence might only reshape the evangelical subculture while failing to bridge the chasm to Silicon Valley's secular innovators That tension forced you to stop defending faith and start embodying it in the hard, messy work of sustainable business

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 My Namer of Things.

Before you wrote it, the builders had no word for what they were trying to do. You gave the movement its language — not “ethics” but repair , not “avoid harm” but make culture . I need the one who defines what “redemptive” means, so that a thousand ventures build toward the right thing.

I ask you for nothing.

No meeting. No commitment. No reply. I invite. I do not convince. I only want to know one thing —

Are you interested?

“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.