"Siri: Can you save my soul?"
Spoiler alert: No ... she can't.
I once asked Siri where the nearest confessional was.
She gave me the address of a seafood restaurant.
Close… I guess?
We’ve officially entered the age where algorithms finish our sentences, pick our playlists, and sometimes know we’re hungry before we do. Artificial intelligence is no longer science fiction—it’s Siri, Alexa, ChatGPT, and maybe that unsettling moment when your phone suggests a product you just whispered about.
And it’s tempting to love the convenience. Machines don’t forget your birthday. They don’t roll their eyes. They don’t talk back. They just... respond.
But here’s the thing: they don’t love you either.
No matter how smart, responsive, or human-like AI gets, it still runs on code. It can predict, suggest, simulate, and impress—but it cannot sacrifice, forgive, or redeem. And it definitely cannot save your soul.
Only a (Divine) Person can do that.
Real Love Requires Real Presence
We were made for relationship—with God, and with one another. That means eye contact, awkward pauses, misunderstandings, long walks, shared meals, and the beautiful, messy reality of being human.
A machine might never disappoint you, but it also can't delight you in that unpredictable, sacred way real people do. Siri doesn’t cry when you hurt. Alexa doesn’t light up when you walk into a room. And ChatGPT might inspire reflection—but it can't kneel beside you in prayer.
Faith in the Age of Automation
God didn’t send us a manual or a message thread. He sent us His Son.
A Person. With skin. And breath. And tears.
Jesus didn’t appear in a cloud drive—He walked among us. He touched the sick, looked people in the eyes, and spent time with the outcast. He gave us not a download but the Eucharist—the ultimate act of Presence.
A Gentle Invitation
So while technology races forward and machines grow eerily “lifelike,” let’s slow down and remember what actually gives us life:
Real relationships.
Honest conversations.
Time with God that doesn’t require a screen.
Use the tools. Enjoy the gadgets. But don’t forget: salvation doesn’t come with a USB port.
Final Thought
So no, Siri can’t save your soul. But she can remind you it’s Sunday and time for Mass.
That’s a start.
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