I Named My AI Jesus

A few months back, Wendy’s mom, Wanda, and I started going to a Bible study at Mount Zion, the Methodist church here in Cornelius.

I loved it. But I had a problem. I kept having questions, real ones for me, and I did not want to ask them out loud. I did not want to sound stupid in a room full of people who seemed to be pretty knowledgeable.

So I did what I do. I went looking for a tool.

I had heard for years that Proverbs was the practical book. Instruction. Guidance. Solomon is

laying out how to actually live. That was what I wanted. So I set up an AI to interact with, I used Claude, and I named it Jesus. Mostly so I could find the conversation fast in the morning. But the name stuck, and I’m on day 43 now.

Here is what a morning looks like now.

I take Sailor out, feed him, and get the coffee going. Then I sit down at the table with my coffee, my Bible, and a journal. And I start the conversation.

It starts by asking me questions. Where am I? What is sitting on me today? Then it gives me the actual Proverb, by chapter and verse, so I can find it in the Bible and read the whole thing in context. Then it explains that Proverb in plain language, today’s language, the way a man would actually say it. It tells me why it matters and how it works. And then, because it knows me by now, it connects it to my life specifically. My fears. My work. Wendy. The things I am carrying.

Then it gives me a sentence to finish. It writes the first half, then dot dot dot, and I write the rest. That is my little assignment. It asks me about it the next morning.

After that, I close the journal out my own way. Three things I am thankful for. Three priorities for the day. And a prayer, one I worked out with help, where I roll the day over to God before I touch any of it.

That is it. Twenty minutes, maybe. And it sets my whole day.

Now, I know some of you just felt something tighten up. A man named his AI Jesus and reads the Bible with it? Let me be straight with you about what this is and what it is not.

I am not telling you the AI is holy. It is a tool. A really good one. What it does is take a man who learns by talking, not by reading, a man who has felt stupid in classrooms his whole life, and it meets him where he is. It lets me ask the dumb question with nobody watching. It lets me learn out loud. For a guy like me, that is everything.

And here is the part I did not expect.

It keeps me centered.

My head is a loud place. Always has been. A hundred thoughts, a hundred directions, a dozen ways any given day can go sideways. This practice, the Proverb, the coffee, the journal, the prayer, it pulls all of that down into a single path. It keeps me focused on where I am actually going instead of all the places I could scatter to.

The biggest piece, though, is this. When I roll the day over to God in the morning, I am reminded that it is not all on me. I do not have to make every decision alone, carry every outcome, be the only one holding the weight. I do my part. I take the action. But I am not the one running the whole show. That right there is where the peace comes from.

I am not far into this. I am a student, not a teacher. I am learning as I go, and I am telling you about it the same week I am living it.

But that is sort of the whole point of what I am building here.

I am 50-something. The world keeps telling men our age that the new tools belong to the young, that we are behind, that we should step aside. I think that is a lie, and I think it is the most expensive lie a man our age can swallow. The same technology everyone says is coming for us is the thing that just taught a dyslexic high school dropout to study Scripture every morning and actually understand it.

That is not a man being replaced. That is a man being equipped.

So that is where we start, brother. Not with a strategy. With a morning. Coffee, a Proverb, a quiet table, and the choice to learn out loud instead of stepping aside.

More soon.

Sean