Marked for Truth: The Calling, the Tribe, the Evidence, the End-Time Proof
My journey to the consecrated Name didn’t begin in research, Hebrew camps, or intellectual pursuit. I wasn’t studying line upon line—I was surviving. Broken. Scattered. Fighting invisible battles that had names I didn’t yet know. I had no agenda to seek truth. I wasn’t questioning anything. I was calling on the only name I’d ever been given: “Je-sus.” I believed it was enough.