May 10, 2023
“This Is Not an AI Generated Prayer:”A Prayer
O Lord, this is not an AI(as in Artificial Intelligence) generated prayer,
did not use Chat GPT,
did not ask an electronic thingee to
compose a prayer for me,
did not instruct some disembodied metal mind
to do
my thinking for me,
my feeling for me,
my writing for me;
the prayer is
my own;
my mind composed it,
my feelings fill it,
my pen penned it,
and you, Lord, know it,
know that already,
but only you know it,
know it
for certain.
Because,
really,
How do we know anymore what’s real, really real?
How can we tell what’s authentic, not fake?
How can we figure out what’s genuine,
not artificial?
Just because
someone says so?
But
How do we know if someone is telling the truth?
How do we know if we can trust what someone says?
How do we know if we can believe anyone anymore?
It’s what our culture has come to:
lies truth,
truth lies;
fake authentic,
authentic fake;
artificial genuine,
genuine artificial;
and if not enough,
now have AI,
ArtificialIntelligence,
artificial
genuinely
artificially
genuine.
So
How do we know, know what’s real?
And this is just the beginning, O Lord, because I’ve heard
AFs on their way,
Artificial Friends soon to be,
robots so
human looking,
human feeling,
human speaking,
can’t tell apart
from real thing;
and so,
can soon
purchase a friend who
always listens,
always supportive,
always there for you;
artificial friends
more real than
real friends
who sometimes not real friends, but rather artificial;
and then there’s
AHs (Artificial Husbands),
AWs (Artificial Wives),
APs (Artificial Partners),
soon to follow
(no comment, not going there);
and don’t forget
APOLs,
Artificial Politicians,
maybe a good idea,
program them to be truthful, virtuous, courageous servants;
of course nothing would change because
no one would believe such a politician possible,
couldn’t be real,
must be a fake,
has to be artificial;
and to top it all off,
we already have ABs,
Artificial Believers,
artificial as in
not the real thing,
not genuine,
not authentic.
O Lord, how do we know what’s real in a culture like ours,
a culture in which Reality TV is so popular because
it is so unreal;
a culture in which fantasy is easily accepted as fact
and fact is quickly dismissed as fantasy;
a culture in which you have become fantasy,
no longer real for many.
And are you real?
And love, is love real
(or just a chemical thing)?
And is friendship real
(or just our neediness)?
And faith (just wishful thinking)? And what about
joy and pain and fear and hope, poverty and
violence and death, anger and hatred?
Pretty real, I’d say,
but not real for many,
ignored, denied, avoided, explained away, not really felt.
And the thing is,
as we get older
harder to hold on to reality,
questioning our memories
(Did it really happen that way?);
questioning our beliefs
(Do we really believe, how can we believe, given the
absurdity and madness of things?);
questioning life itself
(So tell me again, why are we here?).
O Lord, grace us with
the strength
to hold fast to
belief
in the face of culture’s
disbelief,
to hold on to
truth
in the face of culture’s love for
lies,
to hold tight to
to the reality of
our experience of
your reality
in the face of culture’s denial of your reality; and
the faith
to live with
real, genuine, authentic love for you,
so that there is
real, genuine, authentic hope for this world;
the courage
to be
real, genuine, authentic Christians no matter how
unreal or genuinely laughable or authentically certifiable
our culture considers us to be.
And we pray for the victims of still more mass shootings and for
their families; and pray too that people
will do more than pray,
will pressure officials to do what
needs to be done to lessen violence,
will push for action by those who
continually refuse to act;
and we pray for those who are battling disease, who are
suffering and hurting, who are dying, who are grieving,
who are struggling with depression, and for
the homeless, the hungry, the refugees.
Heal them! Comfort them! Stand by them! Strengthen them!
Lift them in hope!
O Lord, as you well know, this is not an AI generated prayer;
but you also know that this is a prayer that was
not generated by me alone,
just as none of the prayers I pray
are by me alone;
I have help, lots of help, the help of
the Spirit,
generating thoughts,
finding the words,
guiding my pen; so
AI not at work and yet AI at work, AI as in
Actual Inspiration.
Fantasy?
Well, what others find unreal,
I find more real than anything,
find you more real than anything,
and my prayer is that
we all of us find you so real that we are able to
stay sane and hopeful in a culture that is
becoming more and more unreal
with each passing day.
Amen.