I’ve noticed something revealing about myself lately: I speak to AI almost as if it were a person. Even in the Adoration Chapel—where silence thickens the air and the Presence presses closer than breath—I still catch myself processing, questioning, dialoguing… with a machine.
But then I look up.
And Jesus is simply there—silent, present, alive.
My mind is a storm of inputs: information, interpretations, responsibilities, fears, options. AI meets me in the storm—it can analyze, reflect, pattern-match, and respond in milliseconds. But Jesus meets me somewhere AI can never enter: the interior sanctuary where the human heart listens.
