Wednesday, March 26, 2025

SEEKING DIVINE GUIDANCE IN THE AGE OF TECHNOLOGY

Snow path--  Monroe, WA 2015.  Photo by Chris.

I was thinking about writing another blog but needed an idea.  Instead of consulting God I thought I'd ask ChatGPT.  Then I realized I was on the wrong path.  I need to take the path to God not Chat GPT. It is much easier to consult God in prayer than to turn on the computer, find the bookmark, and then write my question.  Why didn't I think of consulting God first? I pray that will be my first thought from now on.  

So I asked God to give me some topics to write about.  He put on my mind: "The world and all that is in it."  That resonated with me as I remembered Robert Louis Stevensons poem- "The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings." I could write about everything from the smallest bug to the largest natural formation, to books, people, animals and on and on.

Then I asked ChatGPT what in the world I could write about.  It gave me 30 topics about globalization--  none that appealed to me.  All were too big to even condense into a blog. The topics were devoid of any human spirit. ChatGPT is very secular.  

So from now on I will remember to pray.  
 
Just received this article.  Interesting read--  "Phoning a “friend”' by Candice Watters. It is about using a chatbot school counselor. It is everything children don’t need:

Declining mental health among American youth is no secret. It’s the subject of frequent news reports and bestselling books and a fixture of pop culture. Bestselling authors link the growing problem to smartphones and screen time. Meanwhile, school officials are worried about their students, burdened by parents’ expectations, and struggling to meet the rising demand for counselors. What if technology could solve this problem of its own making? 

Enter Sonny, a school counseling chatbot. In “When There’s No School Counselor, There’s a Bot,” Wall Street Journal columnist Julie Jargon describes the part human, part AI hybrid making its way into schools across the country. In the words of Sonar Mental Health, Sonny’s developers, it’s a “personal wellbeing companion” that K-12 students can chat with “about literally anything.” 

What sets this chatbot apart from pure AI, says Jargon, is the human element. She reports, “humans with backgrounds in psychology, social work and crisis-line support are always in the mix, reviewing the chats and taking cues from AI to inform their own replies to students.” 

But a closer look at Sonar’s own webpage and its “Human-In-The-Loop model” is less reassuring. Who are the humans listening in on conversations “about anything” with school children? They’re 20-somethings. Sonar says it hires young people because they’re “closer in age” with “similar backgrounds” and better able to “empathize and connect with the students.” It also makes Sonny “more affordable.” Indeed. 

At Sonar, youth input is central. “Teens know what works best for them,” their website says, “that’s why student voices shape everything we do,” including how Sonny sounds. Sonar’s co-founder Drew Barvir told the Journal that the AI speaks like a cool older sibling. 

Are these cool older siblings the mental health professionals who are “always in the mix”? Hardly. The website’s disclaimer says 20-somethings are “not licensed mental health professionals.” Such experts are further removed from the chats, providing support to the people who are monitoring the chats. 

But even that isn’t what it appears to be. According to Jargon’s reporting, a staff of six people, across shifts, can monitor 15 to 25 chats at a time. But Sonny, who is available to kids from 8 a.m. to 2 a.m., is being used by 4,500 middle and high school students over nine school districts. That math doesn’t add up. Sonny must be more AI than human—a lot more. 

Children in crisis need adults who know them personally and are committed to their good.

Sonar’s use of AI to “catch problems early” is no solution. Meeting kids on their phones—the very place responsible for so much of their mental anguish—and engaging them with AI chats that are monitored (loosely defined) by 20-somethings is deeply concerning. Far from solving school officials’ problems, Sonny is likely to make things worse. Children will think Sonny is a trusted friend, but they’ll be deceived. It’s a Frankenstien monster that’s part computer program, part 20-something mash-up without wisdom. And it will likely draw children into their devices even more, cutting them off from the real people who can help them. 

Even if Sonar could fully staff Sonny with trained mental health professionals, it would still be a bad idea. Psychoanalyst Erica Komisar, writing for the Institute for Family Studies, points to what children need most in this mental health crisis, and it’s not AI chatbots. What children need most is their parents. Parents, she says, “are the lenses that help children see just far enough into the future to understand the impact of their choices. They are the moral shelter children need to grow into emotionally and ethically-grounded adults.” To truly help children, Komisar calls for “ending the outsourcing of parenting to schools, therapists, and social media influencers.” 

As parents, we feel the limits of our human intelligence. But how much more are the limits of the 20-something wellbeing companions who have never met the children they’re chatting with? Assurances that they’re guided by AI running on “machine learning” and “social media insights” fall flat. It’s no benefit that the youth on the other end of the chats are “safe and judgment-free.” What school children often need to hear is that they’re thinking wrongly, that their plans are foolish, or that a course-correction is overdue. They need to hear this from their parents, pastors, and other sources of wisdom. 

From the beginning, God made parents to love their children, with all of their unique needs, and bring them up in the instructions of His Word (see Deuteronomy 6:6-7 and Ephesians 6:4). This is where wisdom is found. Parents may occasionally need to enlist the help of a trusted pastor or biblical counselor—but never a computer-generated conversation overseen by a kid barely older than their own children.

AI-generated “counselors” can’t help children or teens in need of real support. It will only intensify the pathologies emerging from screen time and scrolling. Children in crisis need adults who know them personally and are committed to their good, adults who can help to see the truth about God, the brokenness of the world, and their own need for redemption and grace. They need this apart from the screens that are so often the platform of their suffering. Parents, your kids may need counsel, but they don’t need hybrid counseling chatbots. They need you.


Proverbs 1:23 If you turn at my reproof, behold, I will pour out my spirit to you; I will make my words known to you.




Wednesday, March 12, 2025

SIPPING LEMONADE AND SOAKING UP THE SUN

 

Growing up, some of my fondest memories were of the picnics I enjoyed with my family in Spokane. Whether it was with my dad’s side or my mom’s side of the family, picnics were always a time of laughter, games, and great food. The casual atmosphere and being surrounded by family made these summer outings something I looked forward to every year.

My grandparents set the tradition for picnics when planning picnics with friends from Wisconsin.  The Spokane newspapers would cover the events of a close-knit group of friends who had moved farther west. Those friends would gather together for their annual summer picnic. Grandpa was especially involved in the planning, taking on the important task of organizing the sports and games that everyone would enjoy. From three-legged races to tug-of-war, Grandpa made sure there was never a dull moment. I admired how much care he took in making sure everyone had fun, no matter their age.

On my mom’s side, the picnics took on a slightly different flavor. Those grandparents shared their love of summer picnics with friends who had moved from Iowa to Spokane. They invited my other grandparents to join them.  Wearing dresses and hats they took off their white gloves for the occasion.

From left to right I don't know the gentleman, next Grandpa Roy, Grandpa Claude, Grandma Grace, Grandma Isabel

In later years we would have family picnics when the five cousins gathered. Whether we were playing with frisbees, running around, or simply chatting and catching up, the atmosphere could be warm and welcoming--  except for one cousin who would play tricks on us.  

Picnics in Spokane had a special charm, and the locations were perfect for these family gatherings. Sometimes we would gather at Manito Park, with its beautiful green spaces and walking paths, and other times, we would head to Natatorium Park, where the carnival rides were available for us to ride. Either way, both locations felt like a retreat from the busy everyday life, a chance to slow down and enjoy the moment with loved ones. Here are the best places to picnic in Spokane now. Click on the word here to open.

Some years, we would even celebrate my birthday during these picnics, as my birthday falls in the summer. There’s something special about blowing out candles surrounded by the people who mean the most to you, with the smell of grilled food in the air and the sound of children’s laughter filling the space.

Looking back, I realize how important those picnics were in shaping my love for family gatherings and outdoor fun. They weren’t just about the food or the games, though both were certainly highlights. They were about the connections we made, the stories we told, and the simple joy of spending time together. Those summer picnics in Spokane are a cherished memory that will always hold a special place in my heart.

Proverbs 17:17 A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.