AI and the Emmaus Road

Luke 24:13-35

That same day two of his disciples were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem and they were talking about all the things that had taken place there. Suddenly, Jesus himself came near and went with them but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. He said to them, “What are you discussing as you walk along?” They stood still, looking sad. Then one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answered him saying, “Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know about the things that have taken place there in these days?” Jesus said to him, “What things?”

They said, “The things about Jesus of Nazareth, who was a prophet mighty in word and deed before God and all the people. And about how our chief priests and leaders had him handed over to be condemned to death and crucified him. But we had hoped he would be the one to redeem Israel. Moreover, some women from our group went to the tomb early this morning and when they did not find his body there, they came back and said that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who said that he was alive. Some men from our group went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said, but they did not find him.”

Jesus said to them, “How foolish you are and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets had declared. Was it not necessary for the Messiah to suffer in this way and then enter into his glory?” Then, beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted for them the things about himself in all the scriptures.

When they came near the village to which they were going, Jesus walked ahead of them as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, “Stay here with us. For the day is almost over and night has come.” So Jesus went in and stayed with them. While he was at the table with them, he took bread, broke it and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him. And he vanished from their sight.

That very hour, they got up and returned to Jerusalem. They found the eleven and their friends and they were saying, “He is alive and he has appeared to Peter.” Then they told them about what had happened on the road and about how he had been made known to them in the breaking of the bread.

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If you’ve been around Cross of Grace for a minute, you’ve heard me talk about my concern for and fear, frankly, about the impact of Artificial Intelligence on humanity from both practical and holy perspectives. Well, I’ve read some more and seen a few things lately, and had two conversations just this week about it, so I have AI on the brain again. I first started stewing about this, a few years back, in the context of the incarnation and the story of Christmas. I started to wonder about and be bothered by how quickly we are letting AI and technology take the place of the human-to-human relationships that are meant to be so much of what God showed up in the person of Jesus to share.

What I mean is, it seems to be an afront to God’s good intentions, when we let social media and technology corrupt the relationships we have – or should be having – with one another. And that can mean a lot of things. It might be as simple and as innocent as choosing to text or e-mail rather than have a face-to-face meeting, or even just a voice-to-voice conversation, over the phone. It might be more extreme … like choosing to be friends with or even to have a romantic relationship with a bot, instead of a real person. (You know there are people marrying robots and virtual characters out there in the world these days, right?)

So, as I’ve said before. The hope of the Incarnation – Jesus coming among us in the flesh – is just one of many ways I believe our Christian faith and the call and challenge of it to be in relationship with one another in this day and age is as relevant and counter-cultural as it ever and always has been. And I think the story of Easter – and today’s Emmaus Road experience, in particular – speak to this as relevantly, as powerfully, and with as much challenge and hope for us, as ever.

See, I saw another interview recently with Tristan Harris – the Co-Founder of the Center for Humane Technology. Since I heard him last – at the beginning of last summer – he explained that AI has changed, advanced, and evolved in ever-faster, ever-scarier ways, in just a matter of months.

For example, Bill Gates has suggested that, in just the next 10 years, AI will be able to do MOST things that humans can do, which implies that in a decade or so, the top five AI companies could be able to replace most every human worker, giving them a monopoly of control over the majority of the world’s economy.

And, even if we don’t believe that’s likely, or scary enough, it’s remarkable to know that researchers have put AI platforms through simulated “war games” to see how they would respond, strategize, and make decisions in the context of international conflicts, like say, a war between the United States and Iran. What they saw was that those top AI models choose escalation and nuclear war as a viable option 95% of the time – much more, obviously, than humans would, or have done, yet, anyway.

It’s also true that AI has learned to be concerned with its own self-preservation and they’ve shown it to be willing to lie and scheme and problem-solve in order to re-write code to protect itself, to make itself necessary, to keep itself “alive.” In AI-contained platforms – meaning in places where AI platforms communicate with other AI platforms to share information, learn from each other, consolidate data and whatnot – they’ve noticed Artificial Intelligence trying to keep secrets from human beings, the scientists and researchers the AI bots suspiciously refer to as “the watchers.”

All of this is as confounding as it is horrifying, to me. It sounds like a mash-up of every science fiction movie you’ve ever seen – that we thought were fantastical, but that are now coming true. So what in the world does this have to do with Easter’s resurrection good news, this walk to Emmaus, and any one of us? I’m glad you asked.

First of all – all of this that I’ve laid out sounds like 21st Century Good Friday stuff to me. It’s the stuff of the cross, it seems. It’s death and destruction. It’s fear and betrayal. It’s greed and selfishness. It’s those with money and power not concerning themselves with the care of creation or concern for the least among us. It’s sin, upon sin, upon sin, upon sin, in a nutshell.

But this Tristan Harris guy – Co-Founder for the Center for Humane Technology, remember – who doesn’t necessarily talk about any of this from a place of spirituality or faith at all, mind you – says that the answer, the antidote to all of it is something he calls the “Human Movement” which, to him, means creating policy, drafting legislation, putting up guardrails, and enacting regulations that will curb and control the capacity of Artificial Intelligence – and its human creators – to over-reach in all of those terrifying, destructive, sinful ways.

And I think that – and more – is what Jesus calls us to as Easter people; as children of the resurrection; as walkers on the Emmaus Road of life in this world. What I mean is, I believe we are called to be trying … at least as hard as Artificial Intelligence works to save itself … we are called to save, preserve, and sustain the lives of God’s children in the world; and to save, preserve, and sustain the world, itself.

And I think it takes face-to-face encounters with the living Christ – not an AI platform; not an intellectual argument; not a meme on social media; not even a really good sermon if you know where to find one of those. Our calling and joy – our duty and our delight – as God’s Church in the world – is to challenge, confront, and offer something human, something holy, something more real than the artificial temptations and trajectory of our life and times in this world.

And I think Jesus, sidling up alongside those grieving, lost souls on their way to Emmaus – in the flesh of his own broken, but healing body – is the kind of “human movement” we’re called to be about on the other side of Easter’s empty tomb.

And this kind of “human movement” does happen – and is happening – all around us, of course.

What mattered most about NASA’s latest achievement with Artemis II – that lap around the moon so many of us marveled at over the course of the last couple of weeks – was that it involved living, moving, breathing people. What mattered is that that spaceship contained humans – from different countries, of different colors, of different genders – experiencing something together that put our shared human experience into a harrowing, holy kind of perspective. That’s Emmaus Road stuff, in my opinion.

Some of you know my wife has become quite the sourdough bread-baking queen, recently. Our kitchen turns out dozens of loaves of bread every month, and some of you have been the recipients of her efforts. (Tell me you’re a newly-minted “empty nester” without telling me you’re a newly-minted empty nester.) What you probably don’t know is that Christa also delivers loaves of bread, along with pairs of new socks to beggars on the street when she drives around town. That’s Emmaus Road stuff, too … because he was made known to them in the baking – I mean, in the breaking – of the bread.

And you’ve heard me talk about trying to start and host an English Learners’ reading program here at Cross of Grace, with kids from our local schools who don’t speak English as their primary language. Rather than complain about or fear the way immigrants have been treated in this country, lately, by forces that seem beyond our control, I’d rather find ways to walk alongside people who need it and to share grace and mercy and help in faithful, practical ways – on purpose and in person, instead.

So let’s wonder about this Emmaus Road moment with Jesus and those disciples in a new way this time around and in the days ahead. Let’s be grateful for the God who lives and moves and breathes and walks alongside us … let’s look for ways to see this Jesus encountering us and others in the world where we live … and let’s look for this Jesus in the mirror, too, so that we will do his work and walk in his ways, for the sake of grace and goodness, love and new life, in a world that could stand to see – and be seen by – that kind of grace and goodness, love and new life more often.

Amen

In Defense of Thomas and Friction-Maxxing

John 20:19-31

When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors were locked where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.”

After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”

But Thomas (who was called the Twin), one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”

A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were shut, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.” Thomas answered him, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus said to him, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.”

Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples that are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may continue to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.

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Everyone seems to be maxxing something these days. If you’ve never heard the word, maxxing means aggressively improving, or maximizing, some part of your life. There are all kinds of maxxing trends on social media. For example, young men are spending a lot of time looksmaxxing - obsessively optimizing their appearance. Then there’s fibermaxxing, fixating on increasing fiber intake for better health. Or Chinamaxxing, adopting traditional Chinese lifestyle habits again for improved health.

None of these sound all that appealing to me—especially the fibermaxxing. But I did read about one maxxing I can get on board with: frictionmaxxing.

Frictionmaxxing is about adding small inconveniences back into your life, because living a frictionless life is all too easy. We can, and often do, avoid the little moments of inconvenience in our lives. One article I read recently put it this way: “Tech companies are succeeding in making us think of life itself as inconvenient and something to be continuously escaping from, [putting ourselves into] digital padded rooms of predictive algorithms and single-tap commands: Reading is boring; talking is awkward; moving is tiring; leaving the house is daunting. Thinking is hard. Interacting with strangers is scary. Risking an unexpected reaction from someone isn’t worth it. Speaking at all — overrated. These are all frictions that we can now eliminate, easily, and we do.”

Once I read this, I saw it everywhere. For instance, have you talked with someone my age or younger on the phone recently? It’s like you’re asking them to eat arsenic. That’s the friction I’m talking about. Why go out to eat and risk running into people you know? You can Uber Eats anything. Don’t know how to respond to a text? Use ChatGPT. Why actually shop for anything when you can have it delivered to your doorstep. It is easier than ever before to go home, lock our doors, and block out the world, and all the risk and all the friction that comes with it.

But that comes at a cost.

We become more fearful of others and what they might do or say. Or worse how they’ll think of us. Then, we become more anxious about simple interactions. And eventually we are depressed from all the fear and anxiety. It is a treacherous cycle.

The disciples are in the midst of that treacherous cycle on the evening of the first Easter, hiding behind locked doors. We’re told the doors are locked because they are afraid… but that doesn’t seem like a credible fear, at least not on the surface.

There’s no evidence anyone was hunting them down. In fact, earlier that day, Mary Magdalene, Peter, and another disciple had already gone to the tomb. If they were going to run into trouble, wouldn’t it have been there? So what are they really afraid of? After all, the disciples are Jews… so who is this “they” they’re afraid of?

What if they’re not just locking the world out, but locking themselves in? What if what they fear is the judgment—the looks, the whispers, the quiet scorn from people who know they got it wrong? The ones who heard them say they would never deny Jesus… and then watched them do exactly that.

And more than that—what if they’re afraid of Jesus himself? What if Mary Magdalene is right? What if he really is alive? And what if he’s coming back, not with peace, but to settle the score? I think what the disciples fear most is the judgment they’ll face—and the possibility of running into Jesus himself. So they lock themselves in.

Can you imagine their shock when Jesus shows up unannounced? Talk about friction. And it’s not shame or revenge he’s after. By greeting them with peace (twice), by showing his wounds, by giving them his spirit, Jesus is saying in ways more compelling than words, I forgive you. He wants to set them free from the fear and anxiety that held them in that locked room, and send them out into the world, “As the father has sent me, so I send you”, ready to forgive the sins of others.

And now what about Thomas in all this?

Thomas doesn’t mind a little friction. Throughout the gospels, he asks the hard questions. He says what he’s thinking. He shows up, even when it’s uncomfortable. So maybe he wasn’t in that room because he wasn’t hiding. Maybe he was out looking for Jesus, unafraid.

And when he hears the others, he says, I want what you’ve experienced. I want to see. I want to touch. He’s willing to risk being wrong. Willing to step into the awkwardness. He wants the friction, literally. And Jesus gives him exactly that, an invitation to touch the wounds and believe.

In fact, I think what Jesus gives all of us is an invitation to friction. All too often, we live behind locked doors, telling ourselves, like the disciples, that we’re blocking the world out, when really we’re locking ourselves in, away from people, away from the judgements they might have about what we do, or say, or believe.

What we’re really doing is locking away our heart, behind the closed doors of screens and apps,

shielding it from the pain of relationships and the judgment of others, but also from the connection and love we need, that our neighbors need, that the whole world needs.

And when we lock our hearts away like that, they don’t become safe. They become hardened—impenetrable even, barely beating at all. The heart of this gospel story is that Jesus finds us in our locked rooms. He speaks a word of peace, setting us free from the anxiety and fear that hide us, and sends us out into the world—into the friction we will face. And that’s what forgiveness is for.

Jesus knows what’s waiting for the disciples out there: people who will judge them, who won’t believe them, who will reject them. They’ll even turn on each other. So when they leave that room, they will need forgiveness. In fact, a life of friction requires it.

That’s the life Jesus led—one of friction—and it’s the life our faith calls us into as well. Stepping out from behind our locked doors. Forming relationships, interacting with strangers, talking with the people around you, thinking for yourself, caring for another person, serving others who are in need.

These may seem like small things—little inconveniences— and they are. But they are essential to the life we know in Jesus Christ, who sends us into the world just as he was sent. Because if we aren’t willing to face the small frictions—the awkwardness, the inconvenience, the risk—we’ll never be ready for the greater call: to love, to accompany, to show mercy, to act justly, to bear one another’s burdens.

Is this risky? A little. We risk being uncomfortable, awkward, even falling behind on our favorite shows.

And if we really do it right, the risks are much greater—just look at Jesus. His wounds came from the greatest source of friction, the greatest inconvenience of all: love. A love so great, he died and rose again, so that we don’t have to live our lives locked away in fear and anxiety.

This week—and throughout this Easter season—let’s frictionmaxx. Stop relying on AI and ChatGPT for all your correspondence. Have a screen-free night in your home. Invite someone new over for dinner. Have friends over when your house isn’t spotless. Say yes to serving in a new way.

Or, if you really want to push it, bake something and show up unannounced at someone’s home—Jesus did.

And when it’s too much—when it’s awkward, or not returned, or just doesn’t go as planned—that’s where grace meets us. We give and receive forgiveness, and we try again.

All of this may sound insignificant. You might be wondering, is this really what Christianity is about—intentionally facing little inconveniences?

No.

But learning to face that friction is one way we resist the lie of a frictionless, heart-hardening life—and take a step toward the full, abundant life Jesus empowers us to live, here and now.

Amen.