Monday, August 10, 2026

FATHER MIKE SCHMITZ: You're the living continuation of the greatest story ever told.

Father Mike Schmitz is a well-known priest of the Diocese of Duluth, Newman Center chaplain at the University of Minnesota Duluth, and host of popular Ascension Presents content such as the "Bible in a Year" podcast.

In every age, it can seem like the church is on her last breath.  Today is no different.  Think of Good Friday.  On the outside, it looked like the end.  But in reality, God was at work hidden, faithful, unstoppable.  Iran in the early church when Christians were being thrown to the lions, God raised up Saints, like Ignatius of Antioch and Saint Polycarp, who's sacrifice strengthened the entire flock.  When the church was wounded by scandal in the Middle Ages, He called Dominic, Francis, and St. Clare, whose faith in radical poverty reminded the Church of the heart of the Gospel.  Most recently the 20th century when war and atheistic regimes seemed to blot out the faith, God gave us Maximilian Kolbe, John Paul II, Teresa of Calcutta because every age has its Good Friday.  Every age has its moment when people say, "This is the time. The church is finished.  The story is over."  And every time, Jesus raises up his body again.  Every time the Holy Spirit breathes new life where we thought that there was only death.  And that's how Saints rise up. Movements begin, holiness spreads because in every age God calls Ordinary People to extraordinary faith.  And he can use anyone.  There was a man who resisted God's call again and again.  We know that man today as Saint Augustine.  And when he had finally embraced the gospel, he penned these words.  He said, "Late have I loved you.  Your beauty ever ancient, ever new."  That's what God's love is.  It's as ancient as the first breath he gave Adam.  It's as new as the breath filling your lungs right now, every heartbeat in your chest, every inhale in your lungs.  You're the living continuation of the greatest story ever told.  God has chosen you for this moment, because when it seems like the church is on her last breath, when it seems like the story is over, that's when God shows the work.  The church is most alive.  

What began long ago is breaking into our lives today ever ancient ever new. 

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SUZANNE HUMPHRIES: this virus was taken from the polio vaccine because that's where the scientist had to get it from because Humanity was being injected with it alongside a lot of other things,

I think part of it maybe to cover over the sins of the past.  I consider myself a bit of a medical historian and I happen to know that there was a situation in the 1960s where Simian virus 40, SV 40, a cancer promoting virus called "the perfect War Machine" by one of the world's experts, that this virus was taken from the polio vaccine because that's where the scientist had to get it from because Humanity was being injected with it alongside a lot of other things, and they literally took this virus, and they irradiated it in gain of function experiments to make it more carcinogenic, and then they would put it in animals, take those tumors, put the tumors in a blender, take them to the lab, and radiate it with a linear particle accelerator to make it more aggressive; and they would keep going in a circle until they got the maximum killing capacity out of this virus.  So this was gain of function stuff going on in the 1960s under the guise of "killing Fidel Castro."  Well it was never used to kill Fidel Castro.  It was turned over to MD Anderson, and the technology supposedly disappeared and then boom we end up with SV40 in the plasma in our vaccines in 2021.  So you know it's just been going on for a long time.  And if we wouldn't notice if there wasn't one survivor that is still around with us named Judyth Vary Baker, who is able to tell the story because she was there. Everybody else was either killed, actually everybody was killed pretty much within a year of this except for one guy, the guy, the head of it.  Anyway, it's an amazing story and it's one of the things that I'll be talking about at CHD this weekend. But this whole gain of function thing is again it's not new, and if they were to admit that they took a carcinogenic virus from the animal kingdom and then made it more aggressive and mass distributed it into Humanity by accident and then afterwards did this gain a function thing.  And we watched the cancer rates rise at that point. Everybody knew somebody that got cancer within 20 years of the whole mass vaccination program of the 1950s and 60s.

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SAMA HOOLE: Oxalate in your kidneys = stones, and eventually failure. Oxalate in your urine = blood, and the worst pain in medicine. Oxalate in your gut = calcium, iron and magnesium bound and gone. Oxalate in your bones = fractures.

Oxalate in your kidneys = stones, and eventually failure Oxalate in your urine = blood, and the worst pain in medicine Oxalate in your gut = calcium, iron and magnesium bound and gone Oxalate in your bones = fractures Oxalate in your marrow = anaemia that iron will not fix Oxalate in your joints = arthritis that looks like gout and is not Oxalate in your heart = an irregular heartbeat Oxalate in your eyes = vision loss Oxalate in your nerves = numbness and burning in the feet Oxalate in your skin = ulcers that will not heal Every one of those is a plant's defence doing to your calcium exactly what it evolved to do to a caterpillar. And unlike linoleic acid, which is at least essential, oxalate is required nowhere, by nothing. There is no deficiency, because it is not a nutrient. You carry no enzyme to break it down. Once it is in, the only way out is through the kidney, which is the organ it damages on the way past. A stone patient is told to stay under 50mg a day. Spinach carries 970mg per 100g.

Have another look at what went in the smoothie this morning. 

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KRZYSZTOF SZCZAWINSKI: The muezzin call is not a "call for prayer". It is a declaration of territorial sovereignty – if not a battle cry… The "street prayers" are not acts of peace. They are acts of possession – if not acts of aggression…

The muezzin call is not a "call for prayer". It is a declaration of territorial sovereignty – if not a battle cry… The "street prayers" are not acts of peace. They are acts of possession – if not acts of aggression… Five times a day. Amplified. Inescapable. Designed to be heard by everyone within range – believer and non-believer alike. It is an announcement: we are here, this is our space, this sound now belongs to this territory. The volume is not incidental. It is the point. When hundreds of men kneel in formation, blocking the street, stopping traffic, occupying the public space – this is not devotion that happens to inconvenience others. This is the deliberate occupation of shared space as a statement of priority. We are here. This street is ours. Your traffic, your commerce, your life – these wait. In any other context this would be recognized immediately for what it is. If a political movement blocked streets, amplified its anthem five times daily, and organized mass public displays of solidarity in formation – we would call it what it is: a show of force. The religious framing does not change the mechanism. It changes the immunity from criticism. Koneczny understood this. Civilizations do not coexist on the same territory. They compete for it. The competition is not always military. It is demographic, cultural, acoustic. It is the call that is heard whether you consent to hear it. It is the street that is blocked whether you consent to wait. It is the public space that is occupied whether you consent to yield it. The West has confused tolerance with surrender. Tolerance means you may practice your faith. It does not mean your faith may occupy my street, amplify itself into my home, and claim my public space as its own.

The confusion of these two things is not an accident. It is a strategy – and it has been working. 

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SAMA HOOLE: He had learned the method from Inuit hunters in Greenland in 1888 and he simply copied them: eat the fresh kill, eat the fat first, do not cook the life out of it.

1893: Fridtjof Nansen sails a ship into the Arctic pack ice and deliberately lets it freeze solid, because he has worked out that the ice itself is a current and intends to ride it across the top of the world. The Fram locks in on 22 September and the drift begins. 1895: the drift is not going to reach the Pole. So on 14 March, Nansen and Hjalmar Johansen step off the ship with dogs, sledges and two kayaks and set out to walk there. On 8 April they turn back at 86°14′ north. Further than any human being has ever been, and not far enough. Behind them the ship has gone, ahead of them there is no land for hundreds of miles, and the provisions are finite. They walk south for four months across shifting ice and open water. On 6 August they reach an island, the first ground either man has stood on in two years. Then the food runs out entirely, and that is where the story actually starts. They build a hut. Stone walls, a driftwood ridge pole, a roof of walrus hides. They move in on 26 August 1895 and they do not leave until 19 May 1896. Two men, one greasy sleeping bag, nine months of Arctic winter. They live on polar bear and walrus. That is the whole diet. Bear meat fried in walrus blubber, bear broth, blubber burned in a lamp to cook the next lot. No flour. No vegetables. No fruit. No supplements. Nothing green enters that hut for the better part of a year. They should have been dead by Christmas. Every naval authority in Europe in 1895 knows what happens to men in the far north with no fresh vegetables. Scurvy is the thing that empties ships. It killed more sailors than every enemy combined, and the entire Royal Navy's provisioning doctrine is built on stopping it. They walk out of that hut in May with their teeth in their heads. On 17 June 1896 they meet Frederick Jackson on Northbrook Island, and Jackson does not recognise the man in front of him. Nansen is filthy, black with soot and blubber grease, hair to his shoulders. He is also, after nine months on nothing but bear and fat, in good health. Now sit with the timing. Vitamin C did not exist as a concept. Nobody isolated it until 1928. Nansen could not have told you why he was fine, because the word had not been invented yet. He had learned the method from Inuit hunters in Greenland in 1888 and he simply copied them: eat the fresh kill, eat the fat first, do not cook the life out of it. The knowledge was available. Every Arctic people on earth had it. Nansen brought it home in his own body and published it, and Europe carried on believing that men need plants or they rot. Sixteen years later Scott's men would die on the way back from the Pole, hauling their own sledges, eating from tins. Modern polar expeditions still run on fat. Nobody crossing an ice cap is eating salad. The bodies of the men who do it are fuelled the way Nansen's was, because the alternative does not work and everybody in that field knows it. We accept it as true at 86 degrees north and dispute it in a kitchen in Cheshire. Nansen died in 1930, at 68, with a Nobel Peace Prize on the shelf for feeding starving people after a war.

He spent nine months proving what a human being can run on, and the profession that should have been most interested filed it under exploration. 

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