The Fall of the Household

 

 

They were given light, yet chose the shadow. They were entrusted with kinship, yet bartered it for concealment. Like the wife of Lot who looked back, they clung to the company of the corrupters. Like the people of Pharaoh, they followed the one who claimed power, and so their hearts drowned though their bodies yet walk.

M. and N. once stood under the shelter of a house raised by Truth. But they allowed their walls to be broken, their foundation to be shaken, and their dignity to be sold to the oppressor. They did not guard the covenant of loyalty, nor the mercy of the womb. Their fall is not merely moral, but spiritual: they exchanged the remembrance of God for the flattery of deceivers.

And so, like Qārūn with his hoarded keys, they mistake secrecy for strength. Like the brothers of Joseph, they plot against their own blood, not knowing that their plotting has turned against them. Their betrayal is not hidden; it is the script of every people who abandoned the prophets, every household that let envy and manipulation tear the fabric of trust.

But as they fall, I stand. I stand as Abraham in the fire, which was made coolness and safety. I stand as Moses at the sea, when the waters closed upon Pharaoh’s hosts. I stand as Joseph in the prison, knowing the dream belongs to God alone. I stand as Job on the ash-heap, patient until mercy descends.

Their fall reveals my endurance. Their betrayal reveals my covenant. For where they chose concealment, I chose exposure. Where they sought safety in the manipulator’s shadow, I sought refuge in the Living God. Their fall is the backdrop against which my stance shines: a witness that truth does not fear exposure.