How can you NOT believe in God when octopuses dream and otters have a favorite rock they carry around in a little skin pocket and cows have best friends and bees are out there communicating the coordinates of flowers through dancing and they have regional dialects?
Cats are purring at frequencies associated with bone healing? Forests get absolutely incinerated and respond by growing flowers? Dolphins literally invent names for themselves and yell them across the ocean? Penguins are waddling around Antarctica looking for the perfect rock to give their partner?
CROWS REMEMBER YOUR FACE. THEY TELL OTHER CROWS ABOUT YOU. THEY TELL THEIR CHILDREN ABOUT YOU. YOU CAN HAVE GENERATIONAL BEEF WITH A BIRD. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS.
Goats have accents. Rats laugh when you tickle them. Elephants mourn their dead. Whales make songs and then OTHER WHALES LEARN THE SONG and suddenly everybody across the ocean is singing the new song.
Monarch butterflies are born knowing how to fly thousands of miles to a place they have never been.
Sea turtles hatch out of an egg, immediately sprint toward an ocean that they have never seen, disappear into it for like 3 decades and then somehow come back to the same beach they hatched on.
Birds can see colors that we humans can’t see. There are colors out there right now that we don’t even get to know about.
There are sea slugs that eat algae and use the chloroplast/chlorophyll and then are just like…photosynthesizing. And they’re super adorable.
There are mushrooms communicating underground. There are seeds sitting in the dirt for decades like “no actually I will wait. It’s fine.”
Squirrels plant trees because they forget where they put their snacks. Relatable.
A CATERPILLAR GOES INTO A LITTLE BAG THAT IT CREATES ITSELF AND DISSOLVES MOST OF ITS BODY INTO ORGANIC GOO AND REARRANGES ITSELF, GROWS WINGS AND THEN LEAVES. WHY IS THIS NOT MORE BEAUTIFULLY TERRIFYING TO PEOPLE??
And you’re telling me a tiny acorn knows how to become a huge tree? It just has a blueprint inside itself?
Your body started as ONE CELL.
ONE.
And that cell divided itself into a brain that can think about its own existence and eyes that can look at stars and hands that can hold somebody else’s hands and a heart that runs on electricity without you even asking it to?
The iron in our blood was made inside a star??
We are walking around on a wet rock covered in bioluminescent oceans and singing whales and laughing rats and birds holding lifelong grudges and flowers exploding out of fire and somehow we’re supposed to act like this is a normal place to live?
We’re supposed to act like this is all just a random, accidental sequence of events?
News is spreading around the world about the research we are doing here in the Mountains of Ararat… and the great Bear Grylls came to the Noah’s Ark site to see the evidence for himself!
We talked about the oldest survival story there is: a man who built when there was no rain, kept going when the world laughed, and trusted what he could not yet see. When the rain finally came, Noah and his family knew what they had to do to survive this catastrophic event- and they did it.
Noah was the original survivalist….and Bear agrees!
A huge thank you to Bear and his team for coming out, it was an honor!
The Bible told us where Noah's Ark landed. 4,000 years later, they're drilling right there.
Genesis 8:4: "The ark came to rest on the mountains of Ararat."
This week, scientists started drilling into a 515-foot, boat-shaped formation in the mountains of Ararat in eastern Turkey. Radar scans show angular walls, a central corridor, and three levels underground. Genesis 6:16 says the ark had three decks.
The right place. The right shape. The right size. The right number of decks.
Skeptics said the Hittites never existed, until their capital was dug up. They said Pontius Pilate was a legend, until his name turned up carved in stone. They said King David was a myth, until an ancient inscription named "the house of David."
Every time, the ground ends up agreeing with the Bible.
The Ark was real. The Flood was real. God's Word was always true.
In 1988 Dolly Parton pulled every 7th and 8th grader in Sevier County into a room and told them to pick a buddy.
She made them sign a contract.. if BOTH graduate, she hands you both $500. One fails, nobody gets paid.
The county dropout rate went from 35% to 6%.
She handed out the checks herself.
In 1989 she offered $500 to every kid in the county who wanted to go to the local college.
When Gatlinburg burned in 2016, she sent 900 families $1,000 a month for six months.
You've probably heard that part.
Here's the part you haven't:
The fund raised more than expected, so she showed up in May and handed every one of those families another $5,000 on top.
Then she quietly put $3 million into the recovery group that handles the years after the news trucks leave.
She built her county an entire hospital.
She played a benefit concert in 2007, Dollywood and the Stampede matched it, and LeConte Medical Center opened in 2010 with a birthing unit and a women's center in it.
In 2022 she started covering 100% of tuition, books, and fees for Dollywood employees.
Full-time, part-time, AND seasonal.
In 1991 she paid for a bald eagle sanctuary because the birds couldn't be released back into the wild, no press release.
And when Hurricane Helene came through here in Western North Carolina, she wrote a personal check for $1 million and her companies matched it.
She didn't owe North Carolina anything, but she helped us anyway.
She started the Imagination Library because her daddy couldn't read or write. Before he passed, he told her it was the most important thing she ever did.
Rest in Peace, Dolly 🇺🇸
This one is for the diva who showed us what it means to be an icon. 💖 Dolly Parton taught us to lead with heart, kindness, and sparkle. Our hearts are with her family, friends, and fans. Thanks for the music, memories, and magic. Dallas will always love you, Dolly. 🩷 - The Ball
Global icon and humanitarian, Dolly Parton, known to the world as a beloved singer, songwriter, philanthropist, actress, playwright, and author died peacefully today in Nashville, Tennessee. She was 80 years old.
Dolly is preceded in death by her beloved husband of 59 years Carl Thomas Dean (1942 – 2025), her mother Avie Lee Caroline Owens (1923 – 2003), and father, Robert Lee Parton, Sr. (1921 – 2000).
A rhinestone life that shone bright enough for the world to see, Dolly will forever stand as an inspiration not only through her timeless music and prolific songwriting, but also her wit, warmth, and kindness that made us all feel like family. Dolly Parton’s legacy is one of love, compassion, and resilience. With a seven-decade career, she inspired multiple generations of artists and fans with her music and an unwavering commitment to making the world a better place. Her songs will continue to resonate with people of all ages, and her philanthropic work will have a lasting impact.
At Dolly’s request, a small, private service will be held for immediate family. Dolly’s fans and friends from around the world are encouraged to pay tribute to Dolly on social media by tagging @DollyParton or by leaving a message at https://t.co/cLu9I7M2wC
In lieu of flowers the family asks for donations to be made to Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library at https://t.co/arzrqInqJA
Dolly Parton addressed health concerns about her on May 4, 2026
She incredibly compared herself to an old antique car that needed a new engine, transmission, new pistons and spark plugs.
“They didn’t say anything about my mental health” she joked.
She clearly had a ton of plans and active projects for this year, including a Nashville museum and hotel, writing, recording, getting on stage in 5 inch heels.
RIP Dolly. Her greatness makes it feel like 80 is way too soon. 🧡
Six weeks.
SIX FLIPPING WEEKS.
Lucy has not heard our voices. She hasn't slept on her rug. She hasn't gone for a ride in the truck. She hasn't been snuggled by her family, played with Lex, or run free in her own field.
SIX WEEKS.
She's been locked in a tiny cell, sleeping on concrete, likely wondering why we abandoned her.
SIX WEEKS.
She's eleven years old. She doesn't have endless time ahead of her. She could get sick. Her health could fail. Every day matters.
And while everyone moves at a snail's pace, without a care in the world, time keeps slipping away from MY DOG—the dog who was taken because a petty neighbor decided to call the authorities when she slipped out of her collar in our OWN YARD!
This wasn't some outrageous act! This wasn't a purposeful violation of anything and didn’t cause incident. This wasn't the terrifying incident the neighbors or government would like people to believe it was.
It was a normal, everyday occurrence that happened on our private property!
We could have lied. We could have denied it happened. No one had proof otherwise:
But that's not who we are.
So for six weeks, my Lucy—my eleven-year-old dog who stood watch over our family through deployment after deployment, who kept me company during the lonely nights when I watched the news and wondered if my husband would make it home alive—has sat in prison.
This is a sick abuse of the law, and an innocent animal is paying the price.
Not for biting someone.
Not for attacking someone.
Not for leaving and roaming the neighborhood.
For being in her own yard.
Let that sink in.
And because malicious neighbors refused to mind their own business, and because officials with the power to do the right thing have refused to exercise any bit of common sense, she remains there.
They make me sick.
The abuse of power makes me sick.
The character assassination makes me sick.
The lies make me sick.
The fact that people who have never met us, never spoken to us, and don't know the first thing about our family have spent years trying to destroy our peace makes me sick.
Enough is enough!
Let Lucy come home already! Is this really the hill anyone wants to die on? It’s a single dog. It’s an average family. Send her back and leave us alone. That’s all we want.
And for those who have participated in this injustice—whether through malice, cowardice, pride, or indifference, know this:
God sees every bit of it.
He knows the truth.
And one day, every one of us will answer to Him.
Until our Lucy is home and beyond. We will not stop fighting.
#savelucy
She's kissing His feet.
The prostitute is kissing the rabbi's feet.
With her mouth. Her hair. Her tears.
And every man at this table knows exactly who she is.
Some of them have paid her.
She knew Jesus.
Simon the Pharisee just knew ABOUT Him.
And there's a blood-soaked difference.
Simon invited Jesus to dinner.
Not to honor Him. To evaluate Him.
Simon was a Pharisee. Didn't touch unclean things. Kept every law where people could see it.
Jesus walked through his door.
No kiss. No water for His feet. No oil for His head.
Just the minimum hospitality the law required.
Safe belief. The kind that doesn't cost anything.
Then she walked in.
That woman. The one they whispered about.
She brought her alabaster jar. The expensive perfume.
Some of them had smelled it before. Up close. In the dark.
Tonight it meant something different.
She didn't come to work. She came to worship.
She fell at His feet.
Then she did something that stopped every conversation:
She let down her hair.
First-century Jewish culture: A woman never let down her hair in public.
Never.
Grounds for divorce. Proof of adultery.
Bound hair = respectability.
Loose hair = available.
Every man in that room knew the language.
She let it fall. In front of the rabbi. In front of the men who'd paid her.
Not seduction. Surrender.
When you truly KNOW Jesus, you stop performing for Pharisees.
Her tears fell on His feet.
Sobbing. Ugly crying. Years of shame cracking open.
She wiped His feet with her hair.
The hair that marked her as "that woman."
The hair men had touched in transactions.
She used it to serve Jesus.
Kissed His feet. Over and over.
Poured the perfume over them.
The whole house filled with her smell. Her past. Her trade.
And Jesus let her.
Simon thought: "If this man were a prophet, He would know what kind of woman is touching Him."
Here's the bomb:
Jesus DID know.
Her profession. Her shame. Every client. Every transaction.
He knew.
And He let her touch Him anyway.
Because God doesn't keep His distance from unclean things.
He gets close enough to be contaminated by our shame so we can be cleansed by His love.
Jesus turned to Simon.
Told a story about two debtors. One owed 500 denarii. One owed 50.
Neither could pay. Both forgiven.
"Which one will love more?"
"The one forgiven more."
"Correct."
Then Jesus destroyed Simon:
"I entered your house. You gave Me no water. She washed My feet with tears.
You gave Me no kiss. She hasn't stopped kissing My feet.
You gave no oil. She anointed My feet with perfume.
Her many sins are forgiven—as her great love has shown."
Simon knew ABOUT Jesus. Kept all the laws. Maintained distance.
The prostitute knew JESUS. Brought shame. Tears. Hair. Everything.
Simon calculated. She surrendered.
Jesus said: She understands the Kingdom.
Believing in Jesus doesn't make you a Christian.
The demons believe. Know theology. Quote Scripture. Recognize His authority.
James 2:19 — "Even the demons believe—and shudder."
And they're going to hell.
Because belief without surrender is just information.
It's Simon at the table. Safe. Clean. Unchanged.
Knowing ABOUT Jesus while never getting close enough to be changed.
The woman's love WAS the evidence of forgiveness.
Not the cause. The proof.
Simon looked at her and saw sin.
Jesus looked at her and saw faith.
Simon kept distance to stay clean.
She broke every rule to get close.
Jesus said to HER: "Your faith has saved you. Go in peace."
Not your belief. Your faith.
Not your knowledge. Your reckless proximity.
Not your reputation. Your messy surrender.
Simon went home still clean. Still correct.
Still distant.
Still unchanged.
The prostitute went home forgiven.
Transformed.
Not because she was better.
Because she came closer.
Which one are you?
—TBM
We are praying for the family and friends of Christian leader, Charlie Kirk, who has passed on to glory.
“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:7 KJV
"The Great, and even Legendary, Charlie Kirk, is dead. No one understood or had the Heart of the Youth in the United States of America better than Charlie. He was loved and admired by ALL, especially me, and now, he is no longer with us. Melania and my Sympathies go out to his beautiful wife Erika, and family. Charlie, we love you!" - President Donald J. Trump
It was an honor to know Charlie Kirk, and sing at his events. He was a true Christian, and is now seeing Jesus face to face. Pray for his family and friends. RIP Charlie, you made a difference in this world, and you will be sorely missed.
Joe Rogan calls out American bread
“Our bread is so f*cked — We're f*cking poisoned”
People are not gluten intolerant, they’re poison intolerant. Here’s the breakdown
“In America what we call bread can't even be considered food in parts of Europe. See, here in America, it's not so much the gluten as what we've done to the grain
- About 200 years ago, we started stripping the bran and germ or the fiber in nutrients to make flour shelf stable, also nutritionally dead
- Because the nutrients were gone, we enriched it with folic acid, which a large majority of the population can't even metabolize
Therefore many people experience fatigue, anxiety, hyperactivity and inflammation.
- But then the bread wasn't white enough, so they bleached it with chlorine gas
- The bread didn't rise enough, so they added a carcinogen called potassium bromate, which is banned in several countries like Europe, the UK and even China
- Then we wanted to ramp up production, so we started using glyphosate to dry out the wheat before harvest, causing endocrine disruption and damaging your gut
So now you're bloated, brain fogged, tired and blamed gluten. But gluten is just the scapegoat.
The real issue is ultra processed, chemically altered, bleached, bromated, fake vitamin filled wheat soaked in glyphosate. This isn't bread.”
Today is Holy Monday, a day in Holy Week worth remembering.
But why is it considered so important?
What’s the story behind it?
It all begins with the Cursing of the Fig Tree and the Cleansing of the Temple - a 🧵✝️
This ought to be the final time we change our clocks!
Daylight Savings is a relic that disrupts our natural rhythms and serves no real purpose in the modern world.
We need to end this for good!
#MAHA
🗣️Real Talk. Let me get this straight: You all are going to and will trust a BS redacted ‘Epstein Client List’ given to you by the corrupt FBI and government - who has worked and was literally working alongside Epstein to RUN a child trafficking syndicate - for the ‘Client List’… but you won’t listen to survivors of the clients? You trust the FBI over Epstein survivors? You ask survivors for ‘proof’, but just believe the same criminals who were working with Epstein are just going to give you a list - implicating themselves?
‘The List’ has been out there for DECADES, you guys. Survivors have been shouting from the rooftops names of every perpetraitor in the world. My own podcast has featured long-form interviews of Epstein and high level child sex trafficking survivors for 5 years and has a list of names that does and will put ANYTHING the FBI releases in regards to Epstein to shame.
When will society listen to the survivors instead of the perpetrators? The FBI and corrupt politicians won’t give you a full list - EVER - because THEY ARE ON THE LIST.
THEY. ARE. THE. LIST. 📋✅
Do you get it? Yes? No?!
All the information you want to know is being screamed by survivors of the client list. You’re just not listening.
If you want actual information about who is on the ACTUAL, UNREDACTED ‘List’, you are foolish as fuck for thinking the FBI or our government is just going to tell on themselves. Whatever they give you is going to be a redacted piece of BS.
Listen👏🏼To👏🏼The👏🏼Survivors👏🏼Of👏🏼The👏🏼Client👏🏼List👏🏼