I go by Sojourner, not because I’ve arrived, but because I’m passing through.
This world is not my home, and Babylon is not my identity.

I created Babylon Fallen not as a preacher, not as a prophet, and not as a teacher—but as a fellow traveler who sees what’s unfolding and cannot stay silent. Like the watchmen of old, I cry out not to condemn, but to warn. What I share comes from late nights in the Word, hours in prayer, and deep unrest over the direction the world—and the church—is heading.

The name “Sojourner” is a reminder: we are strangers here.
We were never meant to be comfortable in a system that exalts man above God, tradition above truth, and unity above righteousness.

I belong to no earthly denomination in spirit, even if I have roots.
My loyalty is to the Lamb, to truth, and to the everlasting gospel—not to popularity, ease, or institutional approval.

If anything here stirs you, challenges you, or makes you search the Scriptures again with new eyes, then the work is worthwhile.

We are near the end.
And the call is still going out:
Come out of her, My people.