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Never before have we seen a technology that offers such an impressive veneer of competence, yet demonstrates such dangerous incompetence when it actually matters. It’s what happens when government works together with the largest tech companies to monopolize the public square, prematurely promote AI for the wrong uses, and exaggerate the boundaries of its limitations. “Just good enough” can work for some functions of life, but not if you are on the operating table.
When humans outsource their measured judgment to what poses as an expert but lacks internal resistance when unsure of facts, you get catastrophic failure.
Reuters is reporting, based on lawsuits from several injured patients, that in the rush to approve AI-assisted medical devices for surgery, the FDA is receiving a record number of malfunctions leading to injuries during surgery. Additionally, companies are being forced to recall these products at a record pace.
Specifically, the report highlights TruDi from Acclarent, a software that provides imaging and real-time feedback to ENT surgeons during delicate procedures. The product had already been on the market for three years in 2021, at which time the FDA received seven complaints of malfunctions and one complaint of patient injury as a result of error. At the time, this was within the realm of normal baseline adverse event reporting. In 2021, however, Acclarent introduced machine-learning algorithms to the software.
Since then, the FDA has received 100 unconfirmed reports of malfunctions and eight instances of serious injuries.
What sort of injuries? In numerous instances, the software reportedly hallucinated and allegedly misinformed surgeons about the location of their instruments while they were using them inside patients’ heads. While causation is yet to be proven, patients who underwent operations with TruDi guidance since 2021 have reported:
- Cerebrospinal fluid reportedly leaking from the nose.
- The surgeon mistakenly puncturing the base of a skull.
- Two patients suffering a stroke after a major artery was wrongly cut.
Anyone familiar with using LLMs can easily understand how AI could misidentify anatomy. “The product was arguably safer before integrating changes in the software to incorporate artificial intelligence than after the software modifications were implemented,” one of the suits alleges.
TruDi is one of at least 1,357 medical devices using AI that are now approved by the FDA. That is double the number the agency allowed through 2022, which means that somehow the FDA was able to properly scrutinize nearly 700 AI medical devices in three years. There are currently only 25 scientists working in the Division of Imaging, Diagnostics and Software Reliability, the key agency that assesses the safety of these products.
The apparent rush to market with overhyped and exaggerated capabilities of LLM is clearly reflected in the results from recalls. Researchers from Yale and Johns Hopkins recently found that 60 FDA-authorized medical devices using AI were linked to 182 product recalls, with 43% of those recalls having occurred less than a year after the devices were approved. According to the study published in JAMA, that’s about twice the recall rate of all devices authorized under similar FDA protocols.
Notably, most of the companies associated with the recalls in the JAMA analysis were publicly traded companies. “The association between public company status and higher recalls may reflect investor-driven pressure for faster launches, warranting further study,” warn the authors.
According to one lawsuit in Dallas, the doctor using the TruDi system was “misled and misdirected,” leading him to cut a carotid artery — which resulted in a blood clot and stroke.
The plaintiff’s lawyer told a judge that the doctor’s own records showed he “had no idea he was anywhere near the carotid artery.” The patient, Ralph, was forced to have a portion of skull removed as part of the remedial treatment, and he is still struggling to recover his daily functions a year later.
This is part of a broader problem of laziness on the part of AI users and the desire for speed and shortcuts creeping its way into health care. Researchers from Oxford, in a recent study published in Nature Medicine, found that among 1,300 patients who used LLMs to diagnose medical problems, many of them were provided with a mix of bad and accurate information. They found that while the AI chatbots now "excel at standardized tests of medical knowledge," their use as a frontline medical tool would "pose risks to real users seeking help with their own medical symptoms."
Again, “just good enough” is nowhere near enough for health care. The fact that a majority of the information is correct is even more dangerous.
The problem with LLMs is that they present themselves as the most qualified and knowledgeable cognitive human being, capable of adapting to a dynamic situation. However, despite the confidence, lack of hesitation, and even coherence that they offer, they lack the ability to use judgment through error and revision. When humans outsource their measured judgment to what poses as an expert but lacks internal resistance when unsure of facts, you get catastrophic failure.
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In public policy, particularly the FDA and approval of AI technology in health care, we must not fall into the trap of prioritizing speed over safety. That must be the guiding principle in the deployment of these technologies. The money that has been thrown at these technologies and the fact that the return on investment is still lagging should not induce us into a frenetic and rushed approval.
As a percentage of GDP, AI investment is bigger than the railroad expansion of the 1850s, putting astronauts on the moon in the 1960s, and the decades-long construction of the U.S. interstate highway system in the 1950s through 1970s, according to the Wall Street Journal. The difference is that this is all unproductive debt not producing any meaningful revenue. Now, these companies are desperately paying “influencers” to shame people into using their products.
Hopefully the technology will get better, but we should not continue prioritizing this technology in its current iteration without major changes. Nor should we ever mistake generative AI as a replacement for the human mind rather than a potential tool for augmentation of the human mind. Safety always comes first, and God created human judgment and human ethics powered by a human brain to be the last line of defense against danger.
A caregiver’s Christmas
A Christmas or two ago, we arrived in Denver just after Thanksgiving for my wife’s long-awaited surgery — one of a series of complex procedures that could only be done at the teaching hospital there. The hospital was already dressed for the season, garlands hung and trees lit, but I barely noticed. All I could see was the next hurdle in a long medical journey.
After eight days in the ICU, Gracie was transferred to the neuro floor. I wanted her to feel something of Christmas, so I slipped out to a store and returned with a small tree, poinsettias, battery candles for the window, and stockings I hung by the nurses’ message board. A friend loaned me a keyboard, which I tucked into the corner. Music has steadied us through many storms, and I hoped it would do so again.
Christmas felt sharper there. Simpler. More honest. When life strips away what doesn’t matter, what does matter finally comes into view.
When the nurses wheeled her into that room, she entered a tiny Christmas world carved out of tile and fluorescent light. The cinnamon-scented broom was no match for the Montana pines behind our home, but it still brought a smile.
Gracie sometimes sang from her hospital bed as I played familiar carols. You’ll be relieved to know that when a staffer requested Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas,” I politely declined and stayed with the classics. Her song gets ample airplay as it is.
Learning the language of hospital life
I have been a caregiver for a long time. We have spent nearly every major holiday in a hospital, along with most minor ones — birthdays, anniversaries, and the days in between.
Hospitals, however harsh, have become familiar enough that they no longer disorient me. In the last three years alone, we spent nearly 11 months in that same Denver hospital over three difficult stretches. Over the decades, Gracie has been inpatient in 13 different hospitals. After that many years, you learn the rhythms, the noises, the hush, and the hidden grief of those hallways.
At night, before crossing the street to the extended-stay hotel where I lived during that long stretch, I often stopped at the grand piano in the massive lobby and played Christmas hymns. Patients and their families drifted nearby or stood quietly along the balcony with IV poles and wheelchairs. Their faces carried the loneliness, fear, and disbelief that appear when life tilts without warning. When I played “Silent Night,” you could see the change. Shoulders dropped. Eyes softened. A few wiped away tears.
We lived in Nashville for 35 years before moving to Montana, and the only time I felt a lump in my throat at that piano was when I played “Tennessee Christmas.” When I reached the line about Denver snow falling, it hit me harder than I expected. Being far from home — and yet exactly where we needed to be — settled heavily on me in that moment.
Spending Christmas Eve in a hospital is unlike any other day. For a few minutes that night, the music gave all of us a place to breathe. While I’ve grown somewhat used to that world, I could tell my impromptu audience had not. So I played for them.
Not home, but holy
Our youngest son flew in, and a close friend joined us for Christmas Eve. In that small room upstairs, we shared meals, prayed, and laughed through the kind of tears that form when joy and exhaustion sit side by side. It was not home, but it was holy.
On Christmas morning, we filled stockings, opened gifts, and played more music. To our surprise, that hospital Christmas became one of the most meaningful we’ve ever known. We have enjoyed plenty of postcard holidays in the Montana Rockies, with snowy woods and trees cut from behind our cabin. Yet none of those scenes compared to the quiet radiance of that hospital room.
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Christmas felt sharper there. Simpler. More honest. When life strips away what doesn’t matter, what does matter finally comes into view.
God stepped into a harsh world, not a perfect one. The first Christmas came in conditions far cruder than ours, yet Heaven filled that stable. That is the story we remember every year: Emmanuel — God with us.
I thought of that as I looked up from the piano in the lobby, seeing the sadness on the faces around me and those watching from above. It brought to mind the crowds Jesus saw when Scripture says He was “moved with compassion” for the afflicted. Unlike me, He did not merely observe sorrow. He stepped into it. He came to bear it, redeem it, and ultimately remove it.
The light that still shines
That night reminded me that the holiness of Christmas is not found in perfect scenes but in God drawing near to people who are hurting. Being in a hospital on Christmas Eve was a fitting picture of how needy we truly are — and how miraculous it is that Christ entered our sorrow, suffering, and loneliness. Emmanuel means God with us, not in theory, but in the raw places where we feel most alone.
I left Denver with a truth I needed to keep close: Joy does not depend on scenery. Any place can become a sanctuary when Christ is worshipped — even a hospital room where monitors beep and nurses whisper through the night.
If you’re facing a season you never would have chosen, may this Christmas meet you with that same comfort. The promise of Emmanuel — God with us — has not changed.
“Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting light; the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight,” Phillips Brooks wrote in 1868, steadying his people with the truth that Christ walks into dark streets as readily as bright ones.
Glenn Beck works to save pain-racked Canadian woman left at euthanasia dead end by broken socialist health care system
Blaze Media co-founder Glenn Beck and his team are desperately trying to save a woman in the Canadian prairie province of Saskatchewan who has been failed by her country's socialist health care system.
Jolene Van Alstine of Regina has for eight years suffered from a rare parathyroid disease called normocalcemic primary hyperparathyroidism, which causes nausea and vomiting and draws calcium from the bones into the blood, resulting in extreme bone pain, weakened bone density, and fractures.
'I've been alone lying on the couch for eight years, sick and curled up in a ball, pushing for the day to end.'
Van Alstine has undergone three surgeries but still requires a specialized procedure to remove her overactive parathyroid gland.
The problem, according to Canadian state media, is that there is presently no surgeon in the province able to perform the operation. While there are apparently capable and available surgeons elsewhere in Canada, Van Alstine has indicated that she must first obtain a referral — and cannot secure one, as none of the endocrinologists in her region are accepting new patients.
Until this week, Van Alstine was running short on hope.
"My friends have stopped visiting me. I'm isolated. I've been alone lying on the couch for eight years, sick and curled up in a ball, pushing for the day to end," she told state media.
Glenn Beck noted Wednesday on his show, "She's riddled with pain. Yesterday, we found out that she was in the ER because she's having all kinds of complications because of this. And she can't take it any more."
"This one is so grotesque," continued Beck, "because the state would rather have her die."
'We expect to see more than 16,500 "medical assistance in dying" or euthanasia deaths.'
The prospect that her treatable disease might go untreated prompted Van Alstine to contemplate state-facilitated suicide, which is euphemistically referred to in Canada as Medial Assistance in Dying.
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"I understand how long and how much she's suffered, and it’s horrific, the physical suffering, but it's also the mental anguish," Miles Sundeen, Van Alstine's partner, said late last month. "No hope — no hope for the future, no hope for any relief. I don't want her to do it, but I understand where she's at."
George Carson, a MAID approval doctor, indicated this week that he assessed Van Alstine and provided her with his approval. Since she has apparently also received approval from a nurse practitioner, she now requires only one more approval in order to secure a spot among the tens of thousands of Canadians who will be snuffed out in the new year by their socialist health care system, which was originally founded by the eugenicist Tommy Douglas.
MAID is among the top five leading causes of death in Canada and accounted for 4.7% of all deaths in the country in 2023.
Rebecca Vachon, health program director at the Canadian think tank Cardus, recently told Blaze News that "based on current reporting from the most populous provinces, we expect to see more than 16,500 'medical assistance in dying' or euthanasia deaths in 2024, which is an increase from the 15,343 deaths reported in 2023. This will likely result in MAID deaths constituting 5% of total deaths in Canada that year."
MAID — which Canada's Office of the Parliamentary Budget Officer boasted in October 2020 would, with expanded access, "result in a net reduction in health care costs for the provincial governments" — appears to be fast becoming a relief valve for a health care system that has come under great strain in part because of an aging population but largely because of the immigration-driven population gains overseen by the Trudeau Liberals.
'Imagine saving a woman's life for Christmas.'
Average annual immigration from 2000 to 2015 was 617,800. Under the Trudeau Liberals, average annual immigration was 1.4 million from 2016 to 2024.
As of April 1, 2025, Canada had an estimated population of just over 41.5 million people. According to the 2021 census, over 8.3 million people — 23% of the total population — "were, or had ever been, a landed immigrant or permanent resident in Canada." This, however, appears to be a gross undercount.
A new government report revealed that 38% of non-permanent residents — roughly another 576,000 — were potentially "missed" by the 2021 census.
According to the Canadian Institute for Health Information, there were 2.41 physicians per 1,000 people. The United States, by comparison, reportedly has at least 3.6 doctors per 1,000. An estimated 5.9 million Canadians — around 14% — don't have regular access to a primary care provider.
"This is your socialized health care, gang," Beck said on Wednesday of Van Alstine's case.
"This is the reality of compassionate, progressive health care. Canada has to end this insanity. And Americans must never let it spread here."
After Van Alstine's last-ditch plea for help to Canadian lawmakers and officials failed to immediately produce the desired results, an American got involved.
"If there is any surgeon in America who can do this, I'll pay for this patient to come down here for treatment," Beck wrote Tuesday on X.
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Beck revealed in a series of announcements first, that multiple surgeons reached out with an interest in helping; second, that his team made contact with Van Alstine and Sundeen; and third, that his team had connected with the U.S. State Department after discovering that Van Alstine lacked a passport to gain legal entry into the United States.
"I'll fly her down. I'll put her up. I'll get her the doctors," Beck said on his show. "We need to get her the surgery."
"Imagine saving a woman's life for Christmas," added Beck.
"Is there anything better that we could do?"
Sundeen told Canadian state media after Beck's team spoke with him, "For us to have it done in the States would be financially impossible otherwise."
An Ipsos poll conducted last year for Global News found that 42% of Canadians would travel to the U.S. and personally pay for more routine health care if needed — up 10 percentage points over the previous year — and 38% would travel to the U.S. and pay out of pocket for emergency care — up 9 points over the previous year.
Sean Simpson, vice president of Ipsos Public Affairs, noted, "I think the increase is happening because of the increasing level of frustration that Canadians have in the health care system."
"It's not the quality of care that people are upset about; it is the timely access to care, meaning wait times in emergency rooms, wait times to see specialists, to get appointments, for screening," continued Simpson. "As a result, we have a significant chunk of the population say if they can get that service elsewhere, such as the United States, they may consider doing so."
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When God’s light hits hard, don’t flinch — stand firm
In the intensive care unit, the room went still except for the hum of the monitors and the shallow rise and fall of my wife’s chest. She lay pale from anesthesia, her body marked by decades of procedures.
Mike Tyson famously said, “Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face.” I knew what I believed — or thought I did — until reality landed its blow. The light of Christ still shone, but in that moment it felt blinding as I strained to process what was right before me.
Headlines trumpet confusion as wisdom, cruelty as strength, and lies as truth. God’s light exposes all of it.
Christian, what do you believe?
That question often barges in under fluorescent lights at zero-dark-thirty, in the antiseptic air of another hospital ward. I have carried it for four decades. The answers I had given in calmer moments felt almost foreign. What felt solid now seemed strange in the glare of suffering — like when our surgeon told Gracie to shield her eyes before flipping on the switch during early rounds.
Light can blind — at first
The light can be startling — even blinding. Nathan’s words to David were blunt: “Thou art the man” (2 Samuel 12:7, KJV). In an instant, the light of God’s truth flooded David’s soul. He wasn’t confused by darkness — he was undone by holiness.
That first rush of light leaves us blinking, unsure of our next step. I’ve watched how often believers steady one another in those moments. Many recall stumbling in the dark, but fewer notice how many flounder in the light.
Paul did. On the road to Damascus, he was blinded by Christ’s light. For three days, he couldn’t see, eat, or drink — helpless until another believer, Ananias, prayed over him. Paul didn’t start his ministry standing tall; he began flat on the ground, unable to move without help.
Step from a dark room into sudden brightness, or bask in sunlight only to move into shade, and your eyes scramble to adjust. The same happens when God’s word exposes what we’d rather not see or illuminates what we can’t easily process. As C.S. Lewis once said of the sun, “By it, I see everything else.”
But learning to live in the light takes time. Lewis captured that same disorientation in “The Last Battle,” when Eustace stepped unwittingly into Aslan’s country through a terrifying portal. What lay ahead looked strange and even jarring, though it opened to something unimaginably wonderful. But as friends came alongside him, his fear gave way to awe.
The beauty hadn’t changed; only his ability to stand in it had.
The man in Mark 8 felt this too. When Jesus touched his eyes, he blinked into daylight and said, “I see people, but they look like trees, walking.” He knew the light was real, but the world inside it looked strange. He needed another touch before he could see clearly.
Are we willing to be light?
Our culture knows the disorientation but refuses the cure. Headlines trumpet confusion as wisdom, cruelty as strength, and lies as truth. God’s light exposes all of it. Which is why we must ask: Christian, what do we believe?
And am I willing to live as light in a world stumbling in darkness? Am I willing to be Nathan, speaking truth that wounds in order to heal — first to myself and then to others? Am I willing to be like Ananias, walking toward a Saul who once hated the faith and offering the touch that restores his sight?
What I’ve seen is that Christ’s call doesn’t stop with stepping into the light; it presses us to keep walking in it — and to carry it to others.
The psalmist wrote, “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Not a floodlight for the road — just a lamp for the next step. Step by step, not sprinting.
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Some, like Paul, even knew ahead of time what he would suffer. Yet God gave grace — and even a glimpse of glory. The vision didn’t erase the hardship but rather reshaped how Paul endured it.
The famed hymn writer Fanny Crosby understood this better than most. Blinded as a baby, she said, “When I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.”
Until then, Christ’s call remains: “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.” A lamp doesn’t hide under a basket. A beacon shines so that others can find safety.
A call to stand firm
On this four-decade journey as a caregiver, I must preach to myself daily: “Stop floundering in the light!” Take a breath. Stand firm on the ground it reveals.
And once I’ve found my footing — usually with another steadying me — I’m called to help the next person who’s still blinking in the brightness.
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When the system can’t make a sandwich, what else is it failing to do?
My wife had just come out of her 98th surgery. It was 10:30 p.m. She hadn’t eaten in nearly 24 hours — and all she wanted was a BLT.
Something simple. Familiar. A sandwich she’s ordered many times before from the patient menu when things ran on schedule.
But this time, the kitchen had closed.
She’d been NPO for nearly 24 hours. (That’s short for nil per os — Latin for “y’all don’t eat or drink nothin’.”)
No food. No coffee. No comfort. Just waiting around with dry lips and an empty stomach until anesthesia wears off and the all-clear is given.
So she turned to me and asked, “Can you go down to the grill and get me one?”
I went downstairs to the hospital’s after-hours grill — the one that stays open for staff and visitors — and asked the cook, “Hey, could I get a BLT?”
Fixing this begins by teaching people that they’re allowed to see the person in front of them.
Let me paint the picture for you.
There was a giant pan of cooked bacon right in front of me. Tomatoes. Lettuce. Bread. All present. All visible. All just sitting there.
But instead of a sandwich, I got a blank stare — followed by: “That’s not on our menu. We don’t have a way to charge for that.”
I even tried to explain: “I’ve got money. Please. Just make the sandwich and charge me whatever you want.”
Nothing. Just more blank stares and quiet helplessness — as if I had asked them to get Prince Harry back into the will.
That was the moment bureaucracy made me want to walk into the sea.
And I was in Colorado!
A little humanity, please
I wasn’t trying to be difficult. I wasn’t asking for seared ahi tuna with a drizzle of truffle oil. I was just trying to bring a woman — who had just survived her 98th surgery — the comfort of a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich at the end of a long, painful day.
They had the bacon.
They had the bread.
They had the hands.
But because there wasn’t a billing code for it, it could not be done.
I didn’t argue — much. I didn’t throw a fit. I just didn’t have it in me.
Sure, I could have ordered the bacon cheeseburger and said, “Hold the burger and cheese.”
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But I was tired — besmirched by 13 hours of hospital noise and fluorescent lights. I wasn’t thinking like a work-around guy. I was feeling like a husband who had just watched his wife survive another operation — and who just wanted to bring her comfort food before midnight.
The manager on duty saw me trying to explain — saw the look on my face, probably — and graciously had mercy on me.
No forms. No debate. Just a sandwich.
I left with a BLT, deep gratitude for that manager — and a sigh. One person made it right, but the system still made it harder than it should have been.
If we can’t make a sandwich for a post-op patient, what else aren’t we doing?
The bigger problem
That moment wasn’t just about a sandwich. It was a snapshot of the country we’re living in — where solutions exist, but systems won’t allow them.
- You want to fix a clerical error with the IRS? Good luck.
- You want to talk to a live representative? You might have better odds getting RFK Jr. to share an Uber with Anthony Fauci.
America was built by people who hated “we can’t” — and yet we now tolerate “that’s not how we do it.” And somehow, we’ve come to accept this as normal.
There’s something spiritually corrosive about a system that erases people to elevate process.
We see it everywhere — health care, government, schools, even churches.
But what if “good enough for government work” isn’t good enough any more?
Where reform begins
Systems don’t change just because we complain. They change when people remember how to care.
The problem isn’t just that the forms are too long (which they usually are).
It’s that no one feels responsible.
Of course, deflection of responsibility goes all the way back to the garden — where Adam and Eve tried to pass the blame instead of owning their failure.
Fixing this doesn’t begin with a new workflow diagram or a subcommittee hearing.
It begins by teaching people that they’re allowed to see the person in front of them. See the need. See the moment. See the opportunity.
When Jesus saw people, He didn’t ask if they had a referral or a code. He didn’t ask what department handled the lepers.
He stopped. He touched. He healed. He saw the person, not the system.
If we want to model that — whether we’re surgeons, pastors, nurses, cashiers, representatives, senators, or grill cooks — we start by doing the simplest, most human thing: We see the person in front of us. And we make the sandwich.
Even if it’s not on the menu.
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