WWho am I?I can’t be defined by what I can learn to do.
AI is coming for that illusion in my lifetime. I was told to spend 10,000 hours to gain mastery. AI will outperform the equation. What if what I can do is no longer useful?
There must be more to who I am. But I have discovered that I am like a man looking through blinds at the world outside from a tiny room in a home I have never explored. I have discovered I did not even know I was that man, but thought I was someone I imagined myself to be out on the street with other people.
What I do, or even what I am able to do is not who I am. I am a mystery to myself, hidden in Christ. He alone knows who I am.
When I am alone with God and I turn down the static enough for stillness, I simply am. I know myself as God knows me.
There I find I have been doing the things I don’t want to do. There I find I cannot do the things I want to do by my own strength.
Wouldn’t it be very traumatic if significant portions of entire generations who have spent their lives defining themselves by what they have mastered were suddenly rendered useless? Couldn’t that cause existential crisis?
I’m like a man whose lights came on inside the house unexpectedly after a lifetime in the dark. I have tripped and stumbled over misplaced items on my way down stairs I did not know were there. I have something to tell you. It is good news and it is free.
Journey With Me
