Day 218: Each Will Be Judged (2026)

**Fr. Mike Schmitz** (0:04)
Hi, my name is Fr. Mike Schmitz, and you're listening to The Bible in a Year podcast, where we encounter God's voice and live life through the lens of scripture. The Bible in a Year podcast is brought to you by Ascension. Using The Great Adventure Bible Timeline, we'll read all the way from Genesis to Revelation, discovering how the story of salvation unfolds and how we fit into that story today. It is day 218 We're reading from Isaiah chapter 57 and 58, as well as Ezekiel chapters 17 and 18, and Proverbs chapter 13 verses 5 through 18 The Bible translation, as always, that we're using today is the one we use every day, which is the Revised Standard Version, 2nd Catholic Edition. I'm using The Great Adventure Bible from Ascension. If you want to download your own Bible in a Year reading plan, you can visit ascensionpress.com/bible in a Year. You can also subscribe to this podcast by clicking on subscribe. You can receive daily episodes and you too can follow along for 218 days, which is what you're doing, which is a phenomenal, incredible thing. Maybe you're even watching these words appear on a screen. If you're following us or watching this on YouTube, that'd be pretty cool too. As I said, it is day 218 We have Isaiah 57 and 58 in Ezekiel 17, 18, and Proverbs chapter 13 verses 5 through 8
The Book of the Prophet Isaiah chapter 57 Idolatry Condemned. The righteous man perishes and no one lays it to heart. Devout men are taken away while no one understands. For the righteous man is taken away from calamity. He enters into peace. They rest in their beds who walk in their uprightness. But you, draw near to here, sons of the sorceress, offspring of the adulterer and the harlot, of whom are you making sport? Against whom do you open your mouth wide and put out your tongue? Are you not children of transgression, the offspring of deceit? You who burn with lust among the oaks, under every green tree, who slay your children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks. Among the smooth stones of the valley is your portion. They, they are your lot. To them you have poured out a drink offering, you have brought a cereal offering. Shall I be appeased for these things? Upon a high and lofty mountain you have set your bed, and from there you went up to offer sacrifice.
Behind the door and the door post you have set up your symbol. For deserting me you have uncovered your bed, you have gone up to it, you have made it wide, and you have made a bargain for yourself with them. You have loved their bed, you have looked on nakedness. You journeyed to Moloch with oil and multiplied your perfumes, you sent your envoys far off, and sent down even to Sheol. You were wearied with the length of your way, but you did not say, It is hopeless. You found new life for your strength, so you were not faint.
Whom did you dread and fear so that you lied and did not remember me, did not give me a thought? Have I not held my peace, even for a long time, so that you do not fear me?
I will tell of your righteousness and your doings, but they will not help you. When you cry out, let your collection of idols deliver you. The wind will carry them off, a breath will take them away.
But he who takes refuge in me shall possess the land and shall inherit my holy mountain.
And it shall be said, Build up, build up, prepare the way, remove every obstruction from my people's way. For thus says the high and lofty one who inhabits eternity, whose name is holy. I dwell in the high and holy place. And also with him who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble and to revive the heart of the contrite.
For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry. For from me proceeds the spirit, and I have made the breath of life. Because of the iniquity of his covetousness, I was angry. I struck him. I hid my face and was angry. But he went on backsliding in the way of his own heart. I have seen his ways, but I will heal him. I will lead him and repay him with comfort, creating for his mourners the fruit of the lips. Peace, peace to the far and to the near, says the Lord, and I will heal him.
But the wicked are like the tossing sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters toss up mire and dirt. There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.