Ensconced in decades of fear and despair we threw ourselves at every wall, smashing through and freeing the world from the shackles of incessant propaganda.
People love to tell me my information is dangerous. That it ought to be keeping me up at night.
So let's step back and have a proper look at the crime.
I am telling people to eat more red meat. The most nutrient-dense food on the planet. The food that carried our species through 2.5 million years without once managing to produce a heart disease epidemic, and built the human brain while it was at it.
And to maybe ease off the rancid seed oils that turned up, by sheer coincidence, at the precise moment the heart attacks did.
Truly reckless stuff. Lock me up.
I sleep like a baby.
The interviews with Mogie’s mother, Jean-Marie Crocker, are some of the most memorable and moving you’ll ever see in a documentary. Well worth watching.
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USA. I bumped a man's cart with mine. A small thing. I bowed and began to apologize, properly.
He said, "No worries."
I stopped.
No worries. He had taken my worry — my fault, my debt, my small dishonor — lifted it off me, set it upon himself, and told me to carry it no more. A stranger. In a cereal aisle. Just like that.
In my country, a wrong is carried until it is repaid. Here, a man simply takes it from you, for free, and tells you to go in peace.
I could not let such a gift go unanswered.
So I followed him, at a respectful distance, searching for a worry of his own that I might lift in return. I returned a can to a high shelf he had eyed. I warned him, gently, of a wet-floor sign. When his phone slipped, I caught it before it landed.
He turned. "...are you following me?"
"I am repaying you," I said, bowing. "You took my worries. Allow me to carry some of yours."
He looked at me a long moment. Then he smiled. "Honestly? That's the nicest weird thing anybody's done for me all week."
We parted as two men who had each, quietly, carried something for the other.
So tell me, America.
You say "no worries" and forget it in a single breath.
I heard it as a vow, and I will pass this kindness to my children's children.
The aisle was only cereal.
The exchange was everything.
While praying one day, a woman asked, "Who are you, God?" He answered, "I AM."
"But who is 'I AM'?" she asked.
He replied, "I am love. I am peace. I am grace. I am joy. I am strength. I am safety. I am shelter. I am power. I am the Creator. I am the Comforter. I am the beginning and the end. I am the way, the truth, and the light."
With tears in her eyes, she looked toward heaven and said, "Now I understand. But who am I?" God tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered, "You are mine."💟🙏
So, I make $100 and the government takes 1/3 of that.
I take the 2/3 remaining to me and I buy something that I need.
They tax that.
I take what is left over and split it in half: half to the bank and have to an investment account.
The interest I make from the bank?
They tax that.
The interest I make from my investments?
They tax that.
If somehow, after all the confiscations, I’m able to buy myself a piece of land they will tax my purchase.
Then, even though they pretend I owe the land, they charge me every year for the right to live on it.
While the Democrats and Republicans keep us fighting each other over how much billionaires are taxed, we stop looking at how much money they take from us and pour into a monstrous bureaucracy that every day seems to take away a little more of our freedoms and give us less in return.
Just a note for all of you who have picked a side in the tyrannical two party system.
They had been married for only 20 days.
Most newlyweds dream of a long life together.
A home.
Children.
Years of shared memories.
But for Saints Timothy and Maura, their marriage would end on a cross.
And it would become one of the most extraordinary love stories in Christian history.
Timothy was a young lector in the Church, responsible for safeguarding and reading the Sacred Scriptures. Maura was his newlywed wife.
They had been married for less than a month when persecution broke out in Egypt during the reign of Emperor Diocletian.
Timothy was arrested and ordered to surrender the Christian books in his care.
He refused.
The authorities tortured him mercilessly, demanding that he reveal where the Scriptures were hidden.
Still, he would not betray Christ.
When the governor learned that Timothy had recently married, he ordered Maura to be brought before him.
Perhaps, he thought, she could persuade her husband to give in.
Instead, she strengthened him.
Standing before the governor, Maura boldly professed her faith in Jesus Christ.
The enraged officials turned their cruelty upon her as well.
For days, the young couple endured horrific tortures.
Their bodies were broken.
Their wounds multiplied.
Yet neither abandoned Christ.
Ancient accounts tell us that during their suffering, Timothy and Maura encouraged one another to remain faithful.
Rather than despair, they spoke of Heaven.
Rather than fear death, they fixed their eyes on eternity.
Finally, the governor sentenced them both to crucifixion.
Two crosses were erected facing one another.
For nine long days, the young husband and wife hung there in agony.
Yet rather than despair, they encouraged one another.
They prayed together. They sang hymns. They reminded each other of Christ's suffering and the promise of eternal life.
When one grew weak, the other strengthened them.
Their final days were not filled with bitterness.
They were filled with faith.
Together, they endured.
Together, they hoped.
Together they carried their final cross.
Around the year 286 AD, Timothy and Maura surrendered their souls to God and entered Heaven as martyrs.
Their story reminds us that the strongest marriages are not built merely on human love, but on a shared love for God.
Timothy and Maura were married for only a few weeks on earth.
But their union lasts forever in Heaven.
Saints Timothy and Maura, pray for us.
“Hear, O Israel! The Lord our God is Lord alone! You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength”
Jesus identifies this as the first of all commandments.
Stop right now and pray. Ask God to tell you how He wants you to show your love for Him today.
Be it a prayer, an action, a sacrifice…there is a way He wants you to show Him your love.
How will you love God today?
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