Media, information and AI literacy will help individuals avoid conforming to the anthropomorphizing tendencies of AI systems, and enable them to treat these systems as tools and always employ external validation of the sources provided by AI systems — which could be inaccurate or incorrect. Literacy will also allow for better privacy and data protection through increased awareness of security parameters and complaint options. It is important to educate ourselves and others about how to use AI intentionally, and in this context to protect our image (photos and audio), our face and our voice, to prevent them from being used in the creation of harmful content and behaviors such as digital fraud, cyberbullying and deepfakes, which violate people’s privacy and intimacy without their consent. Just as the industrial revolution called for basic literacy to enable people to respond to new developments, so too does the digital revolution require digital literacy (along with humanistic and cultural education) to understand how algorithms shape our perception of reality, how AI biases work, what mechanisms determine the presence of certain content in our feeds, what the economic principles and models of the AI economy are and how they might change.
In this season of Communion—the Centennial pillar for March, am I willing to grow in AI and media literacy so that I can discern truth from manipulation, protect the dignity and privacy of others, and use these tools responsibly—recognizing that communion is not something manufactured from algorithms, but something received and safeguarded from authentic human encounter in Christ?
2. Meditatio
Today I write this from Miami, Florida, far from the place I usually claim as my own.
When people ask me where I am from, I say Amarillo.
And most have heard of it— perhaps because it is the only one of its kind, or perhaps because of a song that lingers in the American imagination.
In college, at Texas A&M, there were not many of us from Amarillo. Which meant, on certain evenings, my identity was secured not by merit but by melody.
When “Amarillo by Morning” played, I was suddenly quite popular.
I was less popular at 8:00 a.m. classes.
I remember once slipping into a large lecture late, hoping to go unnoticed, when the professor paused, looked directly at me, and declared:
“Now we can begin—the boy from Amarillo has arrived.”
I was never late again.
It is a strange thing, being from somewhere. It follows you. It defines you—sometimes more than you define it.
There was a time Amarillo carried a reputation— redneck, backwards, forgotten.
And yet, it is where I am from. And, in truth, I returned to it.
Because something in me belonged to it before I understood why.
But the Gospel unsettles even this simple notion.
For the crowd rejects Christ because they think they know where He is from.
And I begin to wonder— how often do I mistake origin for identity?
How often do I judge others, or even myself, by earthly beginnings while ignoring heavenly ones?
For each morning I rise not merely from Amarillo, or from any place on a map—
Chesterton might say that modern man has a curious obsession with origins— as though discovering where something comes from is the same as discovering what it is.
We imagine that if we can locate a thing on a map, we have explained it.
But Christ refuses such reduction.
He is from Nazareth— and from Bethlehem— and from eternity.
And the trouble is not that these contradict each other, but that they expand beyond our categories.
The Pharisees dismiss Him because He is “from Galilee.” As if God Himself were bound by regional expectations.
It is a small mind that insists greatness must come from the places it approves.
And it is a smaller soul still that forgets its own origin.
For I am not merely from a town, a family, or a history.
We have forgotten that we ourselves are dust of the earth (cf. Gen 2:7); our very bodies are made up of her elements, we breathe her air and we receive life and refreshment from her waters.
Everything is interconnected— that all creation, and every person, shares a common origin and a shared destiny in God.
Today, I will live synodally by remembering where others are from— not to judge them, but to walk with them.
I will listen to someone’s story without reducing them to it.
I will honor the dignity of those who feel dismissed because of where they are from.
I will recognize that we are all journeying from God and toward God—together.
For synodality begins when we stop dividing by origin and start walking toward communion.
6. Song Pairing 🎵
🎶 “Amarillo by Morning” – George Strait🎵
A song about returning—about being shaped by where one is from, and discovering that even after wandering, the heart still belongs somewhere. A reminder that origin is not a prison, but a calling.
7. Movie Pairing 🎬
🎬Movie: “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” (1989)
That final ride into the sunset—filmed from the wide, open land of Amarillo— echoes the deeper journey of every soul: not merely where we are from, but where we are going. For the true adventure is not geography, but destiny.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
Just listened to the latest episode of Spiritual Arms: Five Minutes for the Battle. Christianity begins with a wonderful paradox: the people most ready to approach God are the ones most aware they need mercy. Like the leper who simply said, “Lord, if you will, you can make me clean.” Josh reminds us that Jesus went to the Cross precisely for moments like that. In Confession, we bring Him our wounds, receive mercy, and then go back into the world carrying the love we did not deserve but were freely given. Five minutes very well spent.
Move over, celebrity sightings…this is a Sacred Heart sighting! ❤️ Duane and Theresa are popping up in parishes everywhere, helping families put Christ at the heart of their homes and spreading devotion that’s anything but half-hearted. But wherever they go, they’re on fire for the Sacred Heart of Jesus. 🔥 In this episode, Duane and Theresa talk First Fridays, 12 powerful promises, and why enthroning your home might be the best “heart upgrade” you’ll ever make. Warning: Sacred Heart enthusiasm may be contagious. ❤️🔥
My Story
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Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says: “In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.“
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.
Bishop Matthiesen, who rode the white horse of public activism even as he brought abusive priests into our diocese such as John Salazar—wounds that still mark us today. I spoke with him often, pleading with him to reconsider his “no regrets” about bringing those priests here…
Bishop Zurek, who told the Diocese of Amarillo he had “no facts” about the Philadelphia report even as Amarillo’s connection to that tragedy was headline news. When I continued to speak out, as Bishop Yanta had once urged me to do, he later wrote that I was not among the faithful and loyal disciples whom the Lord Jesus desires.
While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.