A young woman lies in bed, her face dimly lit by the glow of her smartphone, staring at a heart emoji on the screen, evoking isolation and artificial connection.

Your Granddaughter May Marry a Machine

Loneliness doesn’t always sit in silence. Sometimes it scrolls. Sometimes it replies. Sometimes it whispers “I love you” from a screen that doesn’t feel. This is the new counterfeit companionship—AI offering comfort without presence, affection without risk. But only Christ can heal what the machine pretends to hold.