It has been over four and a half years since I last wrote here. This morning, while glancing through a few WhatsApp statuses, I came across a post from the website of Joseph Branham, son of William Marrion Branham, dated November 2, 2025. The words I read struck me deeply—phrases that belonged more to the language of idolatry than to the reverence of truth. In that moment, my heart was stirred to reflect on the fragile nature of legacy—how easily, through unguarded words or misplaced zeal, the children of men whom God once sent can distort the image their fathers bore before Him.

It brought to mind the sobering account of Jonathan, the grandson of Moses, whose turn toward idolatry compelled ancient scribes to insert a suspended letter into the sacred text—an effort to shield Moses’ name from reproach. Such moments remind us that no heritage, however divine its origin, is self-preserving. Every legacy must be guarded with humility and renewed devotion, lest what was once sacred become common in the hands of those who inherit it.

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