Here is the final pitching line on @Mariners starter Bryce Miller, who is great through five scoreless innings of work.
17 swing and misses for Miller, who has looked very strong to begin his 2026 campaign.
Photo by @bgrdq77#TridentsUp#SeattleMariners#SeattleSports
I've never asked people to share a Live Free episode before.
I would ask you to share this episode we did on @jamestalarico (that's pushing ~700k views across all platforms).
What he's doing requires a level of theological awareness to understand, which is why he's deceptive to a lot of Christians.
Was great to see Bryce Miller walk into the clubhouse this afternoon with the pitch day look. Is stretched out to around 85 pitches but they will see where the game takes him.
I’m so excited to welcome one of the very first adopters from Nebraska Beef! They are proud members of the Product of USA First Adopters!🇺🇸🥩
Emilie flew in fresh from Omaha this morning with a suitcase full of true 100% American beef. Born here. Raised here. Harvested here. Processed right here in the United States.
When Americans see this label, there’s no more guessing just real confidence they’re getting the real thing and supporting our ranchers who do it right.
Huge thanks to Nebraska Beef for stepping up EARLY and leading the way as a First Adopter. This is radical transparency in action!
God bless Nebraska Beef. God bless our ranchers. God bless the USA!❤️
This animal was ‘competent’ enough to vote.
He was ‘competent’ enough to get welfare.
He was ‘competent’ enough to get public housing.
He was ‘competent’ enough to get EBT.
He was ‘competent’ enough to get free bus rides.
He was ‘competent’ enough to acquire a murder weapon.
He was ‘competent’ enough to slice a girls throat in an instant.
He was ‘competent’ enough to immediately brag about murdering “that white girl.”
This animal was ‘competent’ enough to stand trial for 14 (!!!!) previous violent offenses and be set free.
But now that he’s facing the death penalty he’s miraculously ‘incompetent’ and cannot be judged.
My blood is boiling.
Impeach and punish the corrupt judges who allowed this violent repeat offender to be free to kill Iryna.
Federal charges better stick and deliver the death penalty to this monster, who was caught on camera committing racial hate murder. Make it a public execution.
End this madness. We cannot share a society with these people. Kill evil.
Joseph of Arimathea pulled a corpse off a cross with his bare hands.
Blood under his fingernails. The weight of a dead man sagging into his arms.
He wrapped God in linen, pressed the fabric into wounds that were still wet.
Nicodemus brought seventy-five pounds of burial spice. A king's funeral for a man the world just murdered.
They carried Him into a hole in the rock and rolled the stone shut.
And everything you've ever done went in with Him.
Every night you can't sleep because of what you did. Every morning, you can't look in the mirror. The thing you did to her. The thing you did to them. The
lie you've been carrying so long it feels like bone.
The version of you that drinks alone and pretends tomorrow will be different.
That man was buried with Christ.
Stone sealed. Done.
Not managed. Not in therapy. Not on a payment plan with God where you slowly earn your way back. Buried. In a tomb. Under rock. Gone.
Three days of silence. Three days of a cold body in the dark.
Then the stone moved.
And when He walked out, the grave clothes were folded on the slab. He didn't stumble out tangled in death. He left it sitting there like a man who's done
with the clothes he used to wear.
Lazarus needed someone to unwrap him. Death still clung to him even after he was breathing.
Jesus folded His own burial linen and walked out clean.
That's the difference between religion and resurrection. Religion unwraps you slowly. Asks you to manage your sin. Attend the class. Read the book. Try harder next week.
Resurrection says the man who walked into that tomb is dead. The man who walked out doesn't know him.
You're not fixing the old you. The old you is in a sealed tomb in Jerusalem, and he's not coming back.
The man reading this, the one who thinks he's too far gone, you're not too far. You're already buried. The funeral happened two thousand years
ago.
Now get up. The stone's already moved. The linen's already folded.
Walk out.